The Dancer Poem by Francis Duggan

She is in her mid seventies and heavy on her feet
And with the younger dancers she cannot hope to compete
But when the music starts she is first on the floor
And she dances on for two hours sometimes more
The dancer she may have seen a far better day
But she is one who does not see life in this way
She will tell you that dancing is an antidote to tears
She has been a dancer since she was young in years
Her husband a war veteran died two years ago
Though she did grieve his passing she will not allow grief to become her foe
Ten times a grandmother she does not bow to time
Though it has been many years since she was in her physical prime
At the R S L club on a Saturday night
For two hours she dances to her hearts delight.