(978) He Called Me Old

Ahh he called me old, that young man of forty-eight. I laughed and then the memories flowed. I remember the dances, how I shined on the old dance floor. I remember the boys waiting in line to dance just with me. Oh yes I remember, all that and so much more you see. Why I was the one who brought on the applause for the band. I danced alone and shook the house up with my fancy steps and my flowing dress of pretty buttercups. I wore the white bobby socks and fancy white shoes. Wow, even makeup that my mother would never see. Fancy ear-rings, pretty finger nails too. I wore those puffed up wigs, ahh yes I remember. While I sit here tonight writing poetry and feeling good. I reminisque of the good times a long time ago, all because a young man of forty eight. called me old. Written: Jan.12,2008