In my sixth decade, I do not dance!
How sad is that?
It would be amazing if I found my funky bone.
Grooved to a beat without compunction.
Swayed groovily to the sweetest dance track.
At home I twist and shout as I vacuum up dust.
Sing loudly in the car, tap a rhythm on the wheel.
Catch me singing to canned music in the supermarket aisle.
When a favourite tune pops up.
I push that trolley with a perky style.
But since I married in ’91, I have not danced in public.
I’ve been to several weddings, but I’m the boring one stuck in her seat.
And by extension, so is my husband who I’m sure would cheerfully stomp around the dance floor.
But he’s tethered by me.
Who he adores and promises ‘it’s no trouble’.
As I child I loved to dance. I’d cut the rug to Tina Turner (you know the tune)!
I’d dance to anything and everything with my sisters!
School socials were to die for, because woah – music, and dancing and more dancing
And donuts!
In my sixth decade, I long to dance and yet I can’t let go.
I’m body conscious.
I’m afraid I’ll look an old idiot.
I feel it’s too late
But I welcome everybody to cut a groove at my funeral.
In fact, I shall build the Spotify funeral playlist today!
And leave out dirges, and ballads and keep in Rock n Roll.
In my sixth decade.
Tragedy!
Thanks to Christine for this weekly challenge.
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I’m in my sixth decade too so I can understand all this
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I’m a bit like you, Trish. However I never even danced at my own wedding. Our reception was in our church hall and I think the guests would have had a collective coronary 😮 When my son was married, I’d been without a partner/husband for more than 20 years, but one of the guests (a deacon at our church) made me get up and dance the “parents’ dance” with his wife’s blessing. I’ll be forever grateful to him for his kindness.
Like you, I sing in the car and tap out the beat on the steering wheel and have been known to do a jive or two in the supermarket should a decent tune come on. 😄
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😁 I wish I did. I love dancing. I just lost confidence 😁
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LOL I never had confidence – two left feet. But with a shopping trolley, you have something to stop you from falling down 🤣
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Great poem, but I hope you do dance, everywhere. 😊
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Thank you 😊
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Reblogged this on Stine Writing and commented:
Trish won’t dance but maybe this guy is her new inspiration!
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First of all, get that song list ready and put me on the invite list…It would be better if it were a party to celebrate while you are still alive but…Hahahaha! Anyhow, forget it, get out and dance. I look like a large idiot who thinks she’s still got the college body and looks. Oh well, it’s fun and if you pay good attention, there is someone who looks way more like an idiot on the dance floor than you ever would!
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Hey Christine, how lovely of you to comment. I can’t believe I’m the age I am and I still worry about what anyone thinks 😁
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I’m so conscious too. It is this whole media thing where everyone we sees is either model thin or so obese its its own show.
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Yes, very sad.
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