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Forever Ballerina

April 12, 2016

The Lonely Author


Forever Ballerina

There goes the silver haired lady

She moves with an unsteady gait

A cane keeps her from falling

A brace supports her extra weight

Teenagers mock the decrepit lady

Complain she moves too damn slow

Make callous jokes about her posture

They swear they will never grow old

Memories shield her from the insults

Always wears a smile upon her face

She goes home to ballerina slippers

To recall a time she moved with grace

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  1. Such a beautifully poignant post and a perfect photo. 🙂

  2. Thank you so much for reblogging my little poem. I appreciate the kind gesture. Be well.

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