Dancing Daze

Photo by Hulki Okan Tabak on Unsplash

Those were my dancing days, a daze
Of women, song, and so much wine.
So much lost within the haze.
Those were my dancing days, a daze,
A toast we'd drink, our glasses raised,
Filled with fruit of summer's vine.
Those were my dancing days, a daze
Of women, song, and so much wine.

The music plays, the dance begins,
The dancers float across the floor.
They glide and leap, make sudden spins.
The music plays, the dance begins,
A contest none of them can win.
The tune must end, they know the score.
The music plays, the dance begins,
The dancers float across the floor.

I long for those, my dancing days,
Of women, song, and too much wine.
I long to feel that giddy haze;
I long for those, my dancing days.
To drink with friends, our glasses raised,
Blessed by summers bright and fine.
I long for those, my dancing days,
Of women, song, and too much wine.

7/9/2025