Went to the party <br />last night. <br />Sat in a corner <br />drinking whiskey, <br />too old to be frisky, <br />to dance and prance, <br />glance sideways at talent. <br /> <br />It's a balancing act now <br />I've had a stroke. <br />I just joke about it. <br />My affliction, I mean. <br /> <br />I'm still keen on the opposite <br />sex, but it vexs me <br />there's no close contact <br />when couples dance anymore. <br />If there was <br />I'd take a chance myself. <br /> <br />Instead, I'm drunk <br />in charge <br />of a walking stick. <br /> <br />Sally Plumb<br /><br />Sally Plumb Plumb<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/thinks-party/
