Living is like dancing.
I don’t do it very well.
Every day I force one foot
in front of the other.
But there’s no verve in my step,
no beauty in the motion.
Just a dull thud
as one leg plods ahead of the next.
No grace in my follow-through.
No feel for the rhythm of life.
Just a well rehearsed drudgery
day in and day out
as I slog through the muck of being.
~On A Whim~ The Poetry & Inspirational Musings of stacey dye
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