The Dancer Poem by liz berg naude

She learned to waltz
to jive
she learned to dance
to stay alive.
She learned the steps
the beat
to just keep moving
her feet.
She danced for one
she danced for all,
she feared to stop
lest she fall.
She danced and danced
went round and round
trying to avoid the rough ground..
The pipers played
the drummers beat,
she was unaware
blood oozed from her feet.
The rhythm changed
as did the beat
but she danced
and swayed
never admitting defeat.
If you watched her closely
you would notice
that this wasn't
her dance,
and sadly,
all things
said and done.
she always danced
to anothers
drum!