Lookit that:
some fat old guy
in the back of the room
dancing like a maniac
cane in hand
fist in air
fighting for breath.
He is something else
– something laughable.

Doesn’t he see
that’s it time
to remove his dancing shoes
and sit in the audience
a respected elder?
Can’t he understand
how sad it is to struggling
to find some long-lost youth
that his bespectacled vision
is probably too poor to spot?
When will he get
that his time
is in the past
now that he’s an old-timer?

I hope he figures out his place
and position sometime soon.
It is an embarrassment
to view him out on the floor
trying to regain something
he can never possibly hold
and his steps
are really lame.