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 )