The cake and presents are almost through,
The ice-cream’s gone and the feasters flew.
The music starts- some poor fool’s turned it on
And they come trudging back, all those that were gone
Some shuffling at first, a little awkward prance
Soon, though, feet and bodies begin to dance.
They whirl and they spin, some badly, some well.
The music changes, breaking the spell.
Soon the lights turn to rhythm, the dancers to melody
Churning, turning, like crumbs in the sea.
It’s a slow song now, they’ve split into pairs.
Grinning, blushing, they’re red to the ears
The birthday girl’s picked one, she’s smiling and bright
Dancing now, shining with light.
Soon the music’s turned off, it’s time to go home,
Sleep is calling, the place where dreams roam.
And later it fades to dull recollection,
But for that one moment, that shining reflection.
For while memories fade, and dreams never last,
They will never forget that one birthday dance.