Oh, I am old and weary now
With bones all racked with pain
But take my hand and pull me close -
I want to dance again.
We'll raise a glass to celebrate
A bottle of champagne
So pop the cork and open it -
I want to dance again.
Across the ballroom we shall glide
I'll try not to complain
For though my feet no longer work -
I want to dance again.
And as we swirl around, around,
The tempo to maintain
I'll feel you lifting me up high
As then we dance again.
Yes, as we hold each other tight
With steps we can't sustain
It really doesn't matter, I
Just want to dance again
I want to dance again, again,
I want to dance again -
Before my memory grows thin
I want to dance again.
©️17/7/2024 Valerie Dohren
Great song of joy and gay abandon… instead of reeling under and ruefully weeping over old age, enjoy one's life fully to the last minute.. loved it
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Dance like Dick Van Dyke!