The Ballet Poem by Randy McClave

I am flat footed when I dance
Or better yet when I jump around and prance,
From myself and others that I have saw
In my or their moves, there is no elegance at all.
One day I went out and I saw a play
The performers there were dancing the ballet,
With moves as gentle and fluid as the river that flows
I was entranced with the dancers upon their toes.
At the end of the act I stood up and I applauded
While others there just sat and smiled and nodded,
They achieved a greatness and wonder in their lace
God gave them talent, and beauty with their grace.
Every move that I saw was a perfection
There were no errors or ever a need of correction,
Tossed or leaping in the air I thought like angles they could fly
I was so happy, I just wanted to cry.
Beauty and wonder was in all their gestures and moves
Their costumes enhanced what God approves,
I wished it was me doing the soubresaut upon the floor
But, that will be a wish locked away in my dresser drawer.
With memories of splendor from the Paramount I then left
I then realized that my dancing was a crime and a theft,
Then I thought as I walked away with a grin;
"Never will I insult dancing ever again! "

Randy L. McClave