Dancing Through

When I was one and twenty
I thought I’d take a chance
And go to evening classes
For Scottish Country Dance.

When I was one and thirty
I felt I knew it all -
The complicated dances
Didn’t bother me at all.
 

When I was one and forty
I knew I was the cream,
For I was made a member
Of the demonstration team.

When I was one and fifty
I went on the committee -
A lot less carefree dancing,
A lot more nitty-gritty.
 

When I was one and sixty
I knew without a doubt
I was dancing rather gently,
And sometimes sat one out.
 

Now I am one and seventy
And I’m still having fun,
But I wonder how the feet will cope
When I am eighty one.

(Previously published in Reel 213)