Humanity’s a
wallflower, sidelined,
waiting for a dance.
Worn shoes, shabby frock,
her sad eyes have seen too much.
“Who would dance with that?”
The crowd parties on,
make-busy taking selfies,
tries to ignore her.
She’s irritating,
that girl waiting for her chance,
hoping for a dance.
Overindulgence,
the laughter now rings hollow,
the clock strikes brittle.
Someone looks over,
overcome by compassion,
can bear it no more.
Extending their hand,
Humanity stands to dance.
(Crowd’s silent snicker.)
Slowly, gracefully,
wisdom learned, eons shine in
Humanity’s moves.
The tired crowd watches.
Perhaps there’s something to that
girl who wants to dance.
Mesmerized, new thoughts
energize the soul-weary,
move them to the floor.
Humanity’s dream!
She just wanted the chance to
teach them how to dance.
Humanity’s Dance is from Humanity’s Lament: Poetry for Our Times. | Download it free.
Susan L Hart / Author 
I feel the gloom in your words, the oppression, and also the note of unexpected beauty and grace.
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Thank you, VJ. I hope you’re having a good weekend. Is spring springing there?
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Well, the sun is out. That’s a good sign.
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🙂
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Beautiful imagery! We have been telling a terrible story about ourselves to ourselves, but deep inside we know how to dance.
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Oh, Camilla! I love your comment. It gave me goose bumps, because it is SO the truth. Thank you for reading. 🙂 (And I sincerely apologize for my tardy reply to you.)
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