When I was small and dreamt a bit
About a niche where I might fit
I thought that dance could be my style
It made my folks applaud and smile !
I’d twist and twirl and spin around
And click my heels upon the ground
Into the kitchen, on the stairs
I tapped away most of my cares !
In window panes or mirror bound
That’s how I chose each pose I found
Since I have lost my dancing shoes
Which other footwear shall I choose ?
With fortune surely changed so much
What will replace my stagedoor lust ?
( My wheelchair and I are good friends since 1989 )