Dance when you’re broken and when you’re perfectly free

Do the toddler sway

The wibble wobble

Side to side

A grin that means nothing

But you’re happy

On your sweet little face

 

Do the young kid shuffle

The kind of dance

Always one move away

From a knee slide

Across

A wedding reception floor

 

Do the teenage strut

Swagger and peacock

Chisel cheeked seriousness

The safe conformity

Of dancing

Round handbags

 

Do the I’m all grown up waltz

Twirling with a baby

Knowing everyone is watching

And judging

Your appropriate moves

Wishing you were sixteen again

 

 Do the flabby dad pogo

Stomach in, lips Jagger puckered

Getting up to bust moves

To a song from your youth

That means so much more than

The song

 

Do the granddad two step

One step forward, right foot, left foot

Dancing like no one’s watching

Death’s a tough partner, but you don’t care

This dance is as much fun as when you were

Three

 

Do the grave cakewalk

It’ll get you in the end

Your limbs are stiff

But with certain songs on certain nights

There’s still the click of your fingers

The tap of your toes

 

(Thanks to my bro for the title and image.)