A poetical piece, posted as a poetic response to my piece in If I could turn back time….
A moment in an hour of doom,
lifted my spirits in the disco lit gloom.
This wallflower clings to the wall with care
whilst the beauty in his vision sits on a chair
A moment of courage came to the lad,
so I decided to take the chance I had.
And by chance , our eyes began to meet
so I started to shuffle my nervous feet
Towards You , on the floor
and not , towards the door
You took me, quite
When you moved, those
Towards the apparent, valentines
That was me.
So while you move, wi’ your soda and lime
we’ll move to the middle, and take our time
grasping the nettle, and taking a chance
to hold one another – and dance!