A poem I wrote around 2002, it’s always been one of my favourites…

Dancing Like She Meant It

Danc­ing Like She Meant It

I was gaz­ing aim­lessly out the window,
pay­ing lit­tle attention
to the mul­ti­tude of things pass­ing by me,
A young girl in the street
was danc­ing like she meant it,
I was just star­ing right through her,
I was think­ing of other things.

I was dri­ving along the motorway,
singing to the tunes on the radio,
I wasn’t aware of where I was going,
didn’t care where I was com­ing from,
I seemed to reach my destination,
I couldn’t remem­ber how I got there,
I was think­ing of other things.

I was drink­ing cappuccino,
in a small side street cafe with some name­less faces,
we were rem­i­nisc­ing on things done and seen,
I had an awak­en­ing, realised I was forty years older,
I was star­ing into the eyes of my daughter,
and she was danc­ing like she meant it,
I was think­ing of other things.

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