He was a man of MEANS
At first glance, STAID and aloof
He did not seem the type to carry a FLASK
Or one to FLASH a diamond pin
Or a gold tooth or wads of cash

But the swells all knew him
And oh, the tales they could tell
For come evening time
He’d shed his daytime demeanor
And head for the clubs

The band would start,
And he’d be transformed
Rumba or tango or fox trot,
Mambo or swing or even a waltz,
He loved them all

He danced and danced for
The sheer joy it would bring
He danced into his seventies
Into his eighties and beyond
A joy and delight to all he met

Georg’ann