Hi, my name is ........
I’d like to talk about that day.
Across the room you were dancing,
I was certainly swooning.
You looked so alive,
Graceful in your jive.
Tried imitating each move,
But couldn’t get into the groove.
I stood by the side to observe,
Your image I shall forever preserve,
Keeping it in my mind,
Hoping that courage I can find.
That someday, somewhere,
Sooner or later, I will dare,
To strut my stuff in a packed room,
Without the feeling of doom.
*Photo credit Yaroslav Shuraev from Pexels
