Sway
Those jam-and-hop days
So ingrained in my veins
Even from a mile away
Speakers boom my body
Sways
I miss my undergrad nights I cannot lie
Those carefree moments I recall, oh how I fly
swiftly back when I hear the drums da dum da dum
The synthesizers the guitars the adrenaline on display
There was a time I didn’t have
a single care in the world
I would jiggy with it til it was 1999!
But Father Time ticks away and today I am sidelined
Now it’s no longer kosher for an old man like me
To wiggle his hips and boogie-woogie til it’s 3
Now I have to watch my decorum
So as not to embarrass my teen son
But what’s a guy to do when the rhythm’s gonna get ya?
Stay still like a statue?
That’s an insufferable torture!
I need to move
I need to sashay
Like today’s the world’s
Very last day!
Yet I have to rein in just in case I twist an ankle
Or a kneecap, a hip bone
While dancing to a jingle
As I watch longingly while others git down where I used to go
Letting the music take them.
Letting their senses flow.
Oh Father Time, You’re oh so cruel
Making me hang up my dancing Dr Scholls
No longer can my plantar fasciitis endure the punishment
My slick dance moves are ancient history done and dusted
Yet…
Those jam-and-hop days
So ingrained in my veins
Even from a mile away
Speakers boom and
My body begins again to
Sway
