by Willy Bendall

Created on: August 11, 2008   Last Updated: October 08, 2008

That was Pete

Life was his dance and he danced it!

Even when he fell

He fell on his feet.

Pete waltzed through his days.

Sure-footed,

Easy and poised.

No tricky tempo
Or synchopated situation
Threw Pete.

His easy smile and light flitting feet
Lit the floor

Opened many a door.

While disconnected and leaden-footed,

Always an awkward beat behind,

I shuffled painfully around the fringes,

Scanning the floor

For a me-shaped space

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