The Dad Dance

Come on and do the Dad dance that
Throughout all history
Has seen men in their middle years
Dance just so awkwardly

The Dad dance that they reckon is
A rite of passage true
For Dad’s to try out complex moves
But not to impress you

The Dance that waves their arms about
Their feet all in a wrap
To flail around the dance floor with
Movements that seem to flap

But let the Dads that dance this dance
Enjoy their groovy hop
And mop their brow and have some fun
To do dance til they drop!

 

Beyond The Mirror

Looking in the mirror and thinking
“Flip! What happened there?”
With hair all wild and crazy
Sticking out without a care
And so grey – where did that come from
When did these signs appear?
For time is rocking on a bit
And age becoming clear
When did these wrinkles creep into
The folds of skin by eye
And oh boy, what gave that stomach grace
To drop south nearer thigh?
But still – each line, each fold, each crease
Are stories in life’s pot
Of a life lived, that’s cared, that’s smiled
So hey! Who gives a jot!

Looking in the mirror and thinking
In a fine and dandy way
Hey if this is what the years can do
Then there’s not much to say.
With hair pure white like wisdom
Each crease, a memory
From smiling through life’s path or course
That’s good enough for me!
And as for stomach – best less said
Save once in days now lost
Four little lives were born from whence
The muscles bore the cost
And so the marks of life reside
On body and on head
But greatest image not in sight
Is heart that still beats red