Ahh he called me old, that young man of forty-eight.
I laughed and then the memories flowed.
I remember the dances, how I shined on the old dance floor.
I remember the boys waiting in line to dance just with me.
Oh yes I remember, all that and so much more you see.
Why I was the one who brought on the applause for the band.
I danced alone and shook the house up with my fancy steps
and my flowing dress of pretty buttercups.
I wore the white bobby socks and fancy white shoes.
Wow, even makeup that my mother would never see.
Fancy ear-rings, pretty finger nails too.
I wore those puffed up wigs, ahh yes I remember.
While I sit here tonight writing poetry and feeling good.
I reminisque of the good times a long time ago,
all because a young man of forty eight.
called me old.
Written: Jan.12,2008
Melvina Germain
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/978-he-called-me-old/
