The legs of a dancer young and graceful,
Many many miles yet to travel,
Full of energy ready to endure all things.
Years go by and those legs
So strong carry her through
The seas and storms
Through happiness and much sadness.
The legs of a dancer middle aged and wise,
Many many miles yet to travel,
Adventures, triumphs, and failures.
Years go by and those legs
Steadily carry her through
Becoming seasoned with life.
The legs of a dancer elderly and tired
So few miles left to travel
Slowly taking her through each day.
Days of happiness are so few,
Confusion and frustration.
Years go by and those legs
Refuse to carry her
Slowly she fades away
Forgetting those legs
And their strength in her youth.
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