The Dancers

In the center of our praise the dancers lie,
Exhausted yet fulfilled from their dance gone by.
The power of the audience has had their say.
Now mounts the excitement to perform another day.

The shoes are polished off and set aside.
The frilly dresses hung undignified.
And cream is layed upon the made up face,
Until there is not left a tiny trace.

Then with the beginning of a brand new day.
They awake to practice there's no time for play.
With deep determination they rise and dress.
A great need for acceptance is what they possess.

Now mounts the excitement to perform another day.
The power of the audience has had their say.
Exhausted yet fulfilled from their dance gone by.
In the center of our praise the dancers lie.

Floria Kelderhouse