CELIA'S POEMS

No 360       March 10

When the dancing starts again,

It’s going to be a strain,

How many steps are in our mind

How many still remain.

There’s been lots of line dance classes,

But who has taken what,

How many can you remember,

How many have you forgot.

I think it will be “classics”,

They’re always in our mind,

We learned them 20 years ago,

But we could do them blind.

How is it they’ve stayed with us,

Not the ones that we’ve just done,

The capacity for learning,

I think it must have gone.

I feel sorry for the teachers,

Which ones do they pick,

I think they need some easy ones,

And then they just might click.

But then what does it matter,

We can meet our friends and talk,

It’s easier than this line dancing,

That really feels hard work.