Package somewhat frayed
wrapping creased, well worn,
shelf-life unknown.
Sensibility
seems supercilious.
Color me fuchsia, chartreuse
and buttercup yellow bright.
Spot light my abilities
and watch me, join me.
Tap dance into footlights.
Ignore splayed feet,
creped skin.
Laugh yesterdays past.
Smile me todays
and watch me grin.
Video from April – a tap dancing lesson with my granddaughter!
lillian the home poet 
That was fun, and we’re never too old for that!
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Great poem. Very fun indeed. I liked the lines about “color me fuschia, chartreuse . . . tap dance in footlights. It playful. Have a great weekend.
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What a wonderful thing to do with your granddaughter! Love the poem.
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