He used to love to Charleston
and he loved to Shimmy, too.
He could Cha-Cha and Tango
with the best of them, but he
hated to count his steps
so you’d almost never catch him
in a Foxtrot or a Waltz.
But all of that’s behind him now.
Now he’s just another geezer,
sitting on the sidelines, smiling,
digging the tunes but not dancing.
Everything he owns is an ache.
He tries to stand up long enough
to cut the rug with his favorite nurse,
but it never works out well:
the tunes he loved just fade away
and the dayroom starts to spin,
like the silent overhead fan.
Fandango’s One Word Challenge
~ spin ~