Defiant, I’ve been told and disrespectful
I will leave those judgments to You.
Age has settled in and alone I ponder if love
ever visited me, or if I have ever loved;
One, yes one, and I insisted he learn to dance.
Now I will leave a request for You;
teach me to dance.
In this life the push for independence
the push to memorize, not necessarily to learn
the push to save, the push to wed, the push to separate
the push to push and rarely to inspire has sopped up
what little time is granted to me;
teach me to dance.
I want no lover; I want no grand ballroom
or envying audience,
I want to be the child again with a Father
who knows me – teach me to dance.
Marble floors, grassy meadows, one violin
teach me to dance and this life becomes bearable.