Slightly crazy writer and passionate educator for those who struggle
They come out on the stage
Nerves well hidden behind their smile
And when the music starts
Folick, move and dance in time.
Oh agile ones
I used to be jealous
My old frame never did that.
I never did more than a somersault
I never did manage the mat
I wished so much that I could vault
I wished for the fleet-footedness of a cat
Unfortunately nimbleness did not a home to find
And after forty plus a few years,
I find that I do not so much mind.