Dance for the warm hearts.
Dance when the show starts, with larky parts and sparky darts.
Dance when the love feels, Catherine wheels and minds heal.
Dance when the cat purrs, our hearts stir, we stroke fur.
Dance when the pen writes, insights to bagpipes.
Dance when the world rocks, we wear socks, the show stops.
Dance when we can’t dance, let all the air out.
Dance when we shout out, run out, fan out and blow out.
Dance when there’s no pain, in the rain, it’s all the same.
Copyright G.P Williamson 2013