The Ballet

I am flat footed when I dance Or better yet when I jump around and prance, From myself and others that I have saw In my or their moves, there is no elegance at all. One day I went out and I saw a play The performers there were dancing the ballet, With moves as gentle and fluid as the river that flows I was entranced with the dancers upon their toes. At the end of the act I stood up and I applauded While others there just sat and smiled and nodded, They achieved a greatness and wonder in their lace God gave them talent, and beauty with their grace. Every move that I saw was a perfection There were no errors or ever a need of correction, Tossed or leaping in the air I thought like angles they could fly I was so happy, I just wanted to cry. Beauty and wonder was in all their gestures and moves Their costumes enhanced what God approves, I wished it was me doing the soubresaut upon the floor But, that will be a wish locked away in my dresser drawer. With memories of splendor from the Paramount I then left I then realized that my dancing was a crime and a theft, Then I thought as I walked away with a grin; "Never will I insult dancing ever again! " Randy L. McClave