Age Wearies Me Poem by John A'Hern

Saturday dance, boys and girls in full flight
the rhythm worked its way through our bodies
tapping a foot, swaying of bodies
swirl of bodies colours of dresses
girls braver than boys, dancing with no inhibition
no names just music and movement
smiles and laughter filled the air
a chair once protected me from all around me
many a look and eyes to drown in
the night went on as music flowed
no touching of any bodies just the guidance of hands
just music and the beat of your heart
a hand touches, you freeze not knowing
you join the swirl enjoying the moment
too many faces knowing most then not
excuse me a moment while I move this aching body of mine
this older age thing has a sting in its tail
age is just a number, how you feel another story
tears flow more freely than when younger
now I understand what it is I fear
passing on with a clear conscience
dreams like a film show surround me
no pain experienced just not here anymore.