circa 2006. *I used to dance a lot more. But then, I write a whole lot more now. It is a dance of words.
I don’t do this for riches,
I earn pennies a day.
I do this for the joy,
so, please don’t look away.
I’ll still dance even
if you don’t look,
but, yes, I want
you to read this book.
A gypsy dancer keeps on moving,
We think she has no home.
An indie writer, keeps on trying,
With no agent, on her own.
I’ve finally got the nerve
to dance for a crowd,
I open my arms wide…
ready to sing aloud.
I do this because I must,
it’s like an itch I must scratch.
Sometimes I aim to please,
but sometimes that’s a miss.
Pleasing the masses?
Unlikely, but I’ll try…
Yet a smile on just one face
can help me get by.
No matter what they think,
I will still dance on.
And for my dance of words,
You’ll remember me when gone.
pamelascanepa 