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Not too old to dance Not too big to rumba Not passing up the chance To feel a little younger Learning brand new steps Hearing brand new beats Sensing strange new rhythms Finding both my feet Using unused muscles Controlling my meander Feeling a new freedom To release the inner dancer Old friends say they knew The dancer sleeping there They recognised the steps From long forgotten years So whilst I can't regret The years I waltzed around I'm pleased to take these steps And retake my long lost ground.
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Dec 10, 2017
Dec 10, 2017 at 9:02 AM UTC
Not too old
Not too old to dance Not too big to rumba Not passing up the chance To feel a little younger Learning brand new steps Hearing brand new beats Sensing strange new rhythms Finding both my feet Using unused muscles Controlling my meander Feeling a new freedom To release the inner dancer Old friends say they knew The dancer sleeping there They recognised the steps From long forgotten years So whilst I can't regret The years I waltzed around I'm pleased to take these steps And retake my long lost ground.
Change is like learning a new dance. After a while you start to enjoy it. But initially you feel all arms and legs.
#change#dance#age#waltz#rumba
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Dec 10, 2017
Dec 10, 2017 at 9:02 AM UTC
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