I went to dances on Saturday night in the city once,
where the ladies and gentlemen circled hopefully
looking over the dim-lit floor for the right one;
waiting and wondering when the music would stop.
I sometimes felt more like a spectator than a dancer,
but that all changed at an out-of-town country dance:
after some waltzes, foxtrots, quicksteps and line dancing,
they had a 'ladies' choice' for their own partners.
To my surprise a youngbrunette walked over
to where I was seated and asked, 'Care to dance? '
We took the floor hand in hand talkingeasily;
waltzing close she said, 'Save the last dance for me'.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Having dance after dance in city is very amazing and drawing this theme in this poem initiates mind very interestingly. Having surprise with moving mind is very interesting. Nicely drafted and shared....10