Poems and Poetry

Life’s Eight Count | A Poem by Roy Pullam

Life is a dance
At first simple steps
The movement minimal
Almost disconnected
To the music
The tempo lifts
As experience
In the ballroom
Demands more craft
More freedom
Yet more form
No one claims
To be the choreographer
But all demand
A certain rhythm
A certain conformity
To match others
On the floor
At times I feel lost
Out of step
Trying to find
The beat
By the melody
But no matter
How poorly I perform
I must keep going
The music stops

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