The Dance Of Time Poem by Panagiota Romios

a little girl, learns to walk.
then at weddings, Daddy has
her on top of his shoes
she looks up at him
she is only four
as she moves with him
across the dance floor

as she grows she knows
she will always be a dancer
she is only seven now
and dance, to her is heaven
and it will be as she ages
ballet, tap and ethnic
and belly dancing, too

time slows her movements
her feet and limbs grow stiff
and yet her dancer heart
still moves with every beat
it is her heart's life's blood
her truly fondest dream
to dance again and never tire

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