The Dance

I used to be so shy: You couldn't get me to look at a girl, You couldn't get me to talk to a girl; I used to be so naive: You couldn't teach me the truth, You couldn't show me the truth; I used to be so unconcerned: You couldn't worry me at all, You couldn't hurry me at all; I used to be so happy, You couldn't find me sad, You couldn't find me mad; .......The days of innocent, wide eyed expectation, Those days of perfection, Those days of sweet bliss, Those days are gone; I still find some things incredible: Like a sunset, with the sky still blue, The orange, and magenta clouds, Hiding the sun, behind, Dark mountain shapes; Or: The fresh smile of a beautiful woman, The laughter of a child, A hillside covered in wildflowers, The wisdom of the elderly; These things make me think that; Life is not as hard as I, Sometimes tend to believe, They turn my eyes back, To what is worth my time; These things make me see; That life is too short, There are good things, There are soft things, There is beauty; I used to be so shy: I would stand against the wall, At the school dance, Hoping someone would ask me to dance; Just as well, I never could dance....... Written December 5th, 2001 © on Dec 05 2001 12:55 PM PST   10 • 0 • 1