The Dance Hall Poem by Douglas McClarty
The Dance Hall
They face each other
at the weekend dance
The rules always the same
The battle of the sexes begins
Some lose others win
Men choose, ladies refuse
Chaos as the music starts
The crowd mingle,
searching
For that life
changing moment
The winners leave
hand in hand
The losers sit
listening to the band
Next set is called
hearts beating fast
Could have been lives,
look and walk past.
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