The Wobble

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