The danceless swan

Whenever she felt danceless
She got her dancingshoes
Whenever she felt senseless
She just made up her mind
Whenever she felt restless
She closed her eyes and travelled
Whenever she felt useless
She looked into the mirror
Whenever she felt careless
She danced her requiem of broken dreams
And when she did she became  the swan  of the doubting but yet hopeful believers in the good of human kind-
Peter Heerings July 2015