Dance

You dance with
Who brung you was
What I was taught as a
Boy and in retrospect I see
The wisdom of the premise, who
Can understand what touches
Our heart, not even we know
Why we feel as we do but
Only to dance with who
Brung you until the
Music stops but
It seems only
Common
Sense
To
Fill your
Dance card
Ahead of time
As I watch a world
Of couples dance through
Life making a history of the
Human heart a map of
Children families and
Friends intertwined
Never stopping to
Step back unless
You are a silent
Wallflower to
Observe the
Ballroom
Which
Reminds
Me of Teddy
Roosevelt’s daughter
Who as the grand old lady
Of Washington society was sitting
On a bench at a party and said
To a young woman if you
Have nothing good
To say about
Anybody
Then
Come sit
Next to me
And we’ll gossip.