of birth. Wiggle and twist
your way out of the hole. As narrow
an opening, your flesh is slick. Your
body lithe. This makes for being blithe.

Do the dance
of independence. Step across the
coals. Feel your feet burn. They’ll harden
your soles. But you’ll build resistance. And with
a little persistence you’ll be rolling like
a barrel, joyful as a Christmas carol.

Do the dance
of love. Waltz as a dove. As you
prance through each lively turn they’ll be
lessons that you’ll learn. Earn yourself
a tango as you trip the fandango.

Do the dance
of age. Glide down the spiral
staircase. Change your pitch as a sliding
trombone. Don’t you sit as a mossy
stone. You’ll get rusty as old tin can. So,
be open as a caramel flan.