Sometimes I think
It was just a dream
Another life
Me, imagining.
My dancing shoes
Have gathered dust
My singing voice
Is a little rusty.
My body is tired.
My song is sad;
A quiet echo
Of what once I had.
But still I try
No giving in,
Discouraged by
What could have been.
It may not end
The way I planned,
But I'm on my feet
And I can make a stand.
And if I can stand,
Then I can dance.
Another show.
Another chance.
I refuse to quit.
No surrendering,
And never stop
Remembering...
That once I thought
It was just a dream
Another life
Me, imagining.
Caren E. Salas
Photo: CSUDH "A Chorus Line" 1988
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