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.