Dance, Even If You Can't Poem by Curtis Johnson

I once saw a man one early misty winter morning. He was crossing at the intersection as I was preparing to make a uturn.Upon seeing him, not in worn-out shoes, but completely shoeless, I felt duty-bound to offer him the shoes on my feet. I did just that. This memory
came to me as I thought about a song I heard years ago about a Mr. Bojangle who ran a string of bad times and was wearing 'worn-out shoes'.

I was deeply moved when I first heard the song nearly 20 years ago, and it has stayed with me since. When I heard it on the radio being performed by Smmie Davis Jr., I fell in love with Mr. Bojangles whose life demonstrated someone down on his luck but still tugging
along and doing the best he can with a little confession about 'drinking a lot'. The story also speaks to people with talent and artistic abilities, reminding them that their call, the purpose, the assignment to touch the world. Whether it's age or addictions, people or circumstances that stepped on one's life to crush them like a rouch, we need not stop or give up on ourselves or our gift.
If we are blue and sad, dance! If victimized by manipulation or loss, Dance! If we have come to or toward the end of life and find ourselves feasting on bitter herbs, we still have a story to tell and one to leave with the coming generation.

The language of life is to love, to laugh, and to dance, and need never die for any reason. I never learned how to dance physically, but my inner spirit and attitude have learned to dance. If not as high as Mr. Jangle, jump as high as you can; can't tap my heels, but I can tap the floor. I suspect that I have Mr. Bojangle and so many others like him who over a span of years have taught me not to cry of spilled milk but to wipe it up and pour another glass.We talk of life and share it with whoever will listen, and move on to the next chapter because it is never over until God says it's over.

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