In the dancehall I recall

I suddenly felt fearful, small

For two left feet I do possess

Attempt the jive to no success.

Others move with guile and grace

To charm the ladies win the race

I stand alone feel abashed

My early hopes cruelly dashed.

A simple act so it would seem

A backward step on self esteem

I tried I tried to no avail

To feel that beat I always fail.

Jpoet7 ( @wordverse.me )