Dancing In The Dark - Poem by David Harris
Sitting here listening to
songs of forty years ago
when I was young
and used to visit the local dance halls,
and the fun we had in the park
where we went to go
dancing in the dark
The dance halls have gone now,
first to discos and then to nightclubs.
The youth today miss out
on all the fun we had.
Now we are older
I still hark back to yesterday.
So tonight, we’ll go out
and go dancing in the dark.
7 February 2008
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