There is a beautiful old dancer that lives on the end of the street
Graceful and nimble with tiny feet
She's older than anyone else in this town
But age and wrinkles don't drag her down
She gets up every day to live some more
To breathe some more and leave more footprints on the floor
Her ravening demons still trail behind her back
Hunting her like a hungry wolf pack
She's lost count of the tears and the scars
She's seen loyal horses turn into metal cars
Her once vibrant hair is now faded white
Her eyes have become blurry and she's losing sight
But still she gets up to continue to fight
She may be old but her soul is young
And to life herself she flung
Yes, she is the beautiful, old dancer
Recently diagnosed with final stage cancer
YOU ARE READING
Hidden Meanings (✔)
PoetryHer words were laced with hidden meanings. 1ST PLACE WINNER OF THE CAR AWARDS 2017 start: 3/3/2017 COVER ART: KELOGSLOOPS 2022 Edit: MAJOR TRIGGER WARNING FOR MENTAL HEALTH ISSUES (+MENTIONS OF SELF-HARM!) I...
