THE LONELY DANCER
She sat in the dark,
Just behind the curtain.
Watching the dresses twirl,
As guys wisped around them.
I hate being the lonely dancer.
Thoughts of the ice park,
Now streaming like fountains.
Daughter and father would swirl,
Never once alone with him.
Then I wasn't a lonely dancer.
If only I could have one more dance,
But that winter he was taken.
Though he wasn't the father,
It was all that made a smile.
Why am I a lonely dancer?
Suddenly a voice heard by chance,
But on not to be mistaken.
"This to you I hope not bother,
But thie light I travel is a long mile.
May i have this dance, Lonely Dancer?"
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