well
I don't think I was such a bad husband
not really
no worse than the rest
that much is sure
probably the dancing
gave a clue
.
.
.
.
pardon?
oh sorry
I was just thinking a minute
you know none of the boys
that I grew up with
could dance
it's funny
my mother and my sister
both tried their damnedest to teach me
to waltz and fox-trot and what-have-you
they loved being able to dance
and my mother told me
it would be important to me in my life
but I'd have none of that
felt there was something embarrassing about it
we sort of danced when we were courting
cramped floors where we mostly clung
for dear life
like a pair of startled bunnies
and because being so close
felt pretty wonderful
but after we married
not really
sometimes we'd be somewhere
with a band playing
and she'd say let's dance
not necessarily waltz
often it was the modern all-arms-and-legs stuff
but I couldn't do it
unless I'd had a skinful
I changed you know
made a decision sometime or other
that I'd do it
get up and dance no matter how silly I felt
was too late though and she wasn't interested anymore
I think I'd broken her of any desire
and looking back
we were probably already buggered by then anyway
waiting for the last rites
I think
at least I wonder sometimes
if me not dancing had something to do with it
maybe that was enough
in a way
to make me a bad husband
to mark me
still
it's history now
isn't it
.
.
.
.
would you care for a twirl?
~
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Frank Prem (
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My dancing days are over but I did try to make an idiot of myself back in the day.
At least you had a go, GF. Some of us didn't.
Frank,
I don’t twirl as fast as
I used to, but I still give
it a spin once in a while
when my spirit moves
me to do so!
Is that your voice on
SoundCloud?
Very pleasant!
~Laura~
Hi Laura.
Yes, that's my voice, back when I was mellow!
Keep spinning, is my advice.
My guy - who never danced - had a bit too much one night and got caught up in some disco music - gyrating away for all he was worth with his face lit up and shouting "I get it! I finally get it!"....... it was never to be forgotten by me - never saw him so happy! (He forgot in the morning though)..........
If only we'd listened to our mothers, Lorna.
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