Ahh he called me old, that young man of forty-eight. <br />I laughed and then the memories flowed. <br />I remember the dances, how I shined on the old dance floor. <br />I remember the boys waiting in line to dance just with me. <br />Oh yes I remember, all that and so much more you see. <br />Why I was the one who brought on the applause for the band. <br />I danced alone and shook the house up with my fancy steps <br />and my flowing dress of pretty buttercups. <br />I wore the white bobby socks and fancy white shoes. <br />Wow, even makeup that my mother would never see. <br />Fancy ear-rings, pretty finger nails too. <br />I wore those puffed up wigs, ahh yes I remember. <br />While I sit here tonight writing poetry and feeling good. <br />I reminisque of the good times a long time ago, <br />all because a young man of forty eight. <br />called me old. <br /> <br />Written: Jan.12,2008<br /><br />Melvina Germain<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/978-he-called-me-old/
