The Wobble
The colors blended magically as around I spun
In beautiful rhythm I moved across the floor
The momentum adding a balance to the fun
The hypnotic fluid motion was hard to ignore
But then a disturbance began to disrupt the scene
Sending ripples into the slow mesmeric undulation
The spinning continued with a bobble in-between
Interrupting the harmony of the current expectation
The beauty and grace of what once was
smooth motion
Is now marred by the beginnings of a hobble
Now slowing in my pace I have a bad notion
That soon and very soon I shall begin to wobble
But I was made to spin to float smoothly on the floor
What shall I do now that the spin is slowing
And knowing that one day I will spin no more
As I observe that the wobble is now growing
So spin while you can be beautiful and bold
Mingle, love, live, and forgive and don’t squabble
For when you lie down your story will be told
Focus on the spinning and not on the wobble