(1976 / USA)

The Dancers Inherit the Party

When I have talked for an hour I feel lousy -
Not so when I have danced for an hour:
The dancers inherit the party
While the talkers wear themselves out and
sit in corners alone, and glower.

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Comments (2)

You express yourself so beautifully, it leaves me near speechless. You are loved, and by women whom would never dream of leaving you now. To do so would be a nightmare.
You'll be ok! There's nothing like a fresh dose of reality. Nice poem. L