Learn To Dance Poem by Carolyn Brunelle

The work and planning of a lifetime
Quietly comes to fruition;
You’re coming undone.
It still shocks and surprises you,
“Retirement”...
Though you knew this time would come.
Seems almost a cruel illusion
That nothing really lasts;
Hurts to say goodbye
To the work and your youthful past.
Through the years you’ve labored long,
Always held strong and steady;
But now you wonder if you’re ready
To move on and build something new.
This strange new voice that’s calling;
Is giving you another chance,
To create a life beyond the career
And finally learn to dance.