SOUL DANCING

I am old and no longer care

To be overly circumspect.

I am old and I dance to music

Heard as I walk along the street.

I dance to Muzak in the stores.

Waiting in line at the pharmacy,

I mini-step my special dance

And sashay out the door as I leave.

Down the grocery aisle

I keep the beat, beat, beat

As I select a can, a bag or box.

I am old,

If you frown, I do not care

For I know happiness

Is how and when you make it.

If you laugh,

I will laugh along with you.

If someday I cannot walk or stand,

I will sway whatever will move—

Keeping the beat, beat, beat.

You will see the joy in my eyes.

You need not ask, just know

I am dancing in my soul.