Beneath the sordid streets, <br />the beat streaks from below. <br />Deep down underground, <br />Camden underworld <br />is heaving. <br />I am right in believing, <br />that poets don't dance. <br />From the side, <br />Eyes wide, <br />Observing those who dance <br />the night away, <br />whilst I play word games, <br />and only dance with the <br />words in my head. <br />with feet like lead. <br />I envy you, who can Dance, <br />and drink, and move <br />like monkeys. <br />There is no fun, <br />in poetry. <br />There in no sun, <br /> in misery. <br />All your smiles, <br />sadden me, <br />for you are free, <br />to dance the night away.<br /><br />Not Long Left<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-those-who-dance-the-night-away/
