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»Made to Dance«

by Esther Odendaal, November 5, 2009

For years I thought that life
Was meant to be a race –
That we were made to run,
To hurry and to chase.

Somewhere in the madness
I stopped to catch my breath
The urge to run the race
Had strangely met it's death.

The music in the air
Was calling me to dance
So gingerly at first
I chose to take the chance.

It was so hard at first,
I felt like such a fool
Was I the only one
Who heard the music's rule:

'Loosen up and listen,
Just let your body flow
Counting one-two-three
Until new steps you know.'

While the world was rushing,
I gave in to the sound
All I found was freedom
As I twirled round and round.

It's taken me some time,
But now I know for sure,
The race is not for me –
The winning not the lure.

At times I dance alone
And tune into the beat
At times I have a partner -
We synchronise our feet.

Life is now a sequence
Of unexpected songs,
And I am made to dance
Whichever step belongs.

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Reader comments

"Your poem speaks of life of love reading all your poems"
Mary Kettle, Nov 26, 2009
"Dance dance and be happy,I love this as you captured from how you were then able to dance and you continue to do so – don't stop dancing"
Berto Kamp, Nov 11, 2009

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