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
Thanks! I actually liked the outcome, even though it was a sort of "found" poem among my cast offs.
Though it's gotten surprisingly little love from my readers...it's funny how the poems I think are good are almost always the poems that almost no one likes...😂
Beautiful, Ernie. (And the pun here is definitely appropriate. :)
Thanks! I actually liked the outcome, even though it was a sort of "found" poem among my cast offs.
Though it's gotten surprisingly little love from my readers...it's funny how the poems I think are good are almost always the poems that almost no one likes...😂
Absolutely the same on my end. 😄
Nice, Ernie, both in form and substance. I hope you still have a little dance and wine in you!😊
No more wine (I abused that privelege😂) but maybe some dance moves...😂
I miss those days also. My sister and I would go to clubs in Philadelphia during the 70s and dance until total wonderful exhaustion set in.
Cool! Sounds like wild times!
It's funny how we don't appreciate things until they're gone...
It definitely was. And yes, you're right. We didn't appreciate them. But sure. Do love the memories.
that's yours?...b-e-a-u-tiful man, excellent!
Thanks!
They are wonderful in the heart of them right… shame about the rest of life around them as we get on.
Like so many things you don't appreciate them until they're gone...
I could almost hear the music.
Thanks!