![]() TEN CENTS A DANCEA Poem by anne p. murray- LadeeAnne
She worked at a boozy ballroom, dancing for 10 cents a dance Barely enough to eat and pay her rent, in a rundown, seedy hotel room So young, so alone, raised by no one but herself Oh, she had parents, but they didn’t see her, didn’t know or love her She married the first guy who came along, just to get away from a loveless home But he abused her ~ he used her, then left her all alone
Twenty two years old… alone with two small children to raise by herself She needed someone… Someone who would hold her " touch her tenderly with his
heart Someone to love her ~ love her children
Her brown eyes wishing ~ hoping to see love in a stranger’s face Dancing for 10 cents a dance under shimmering ballroom lights Swaying to and fro, through dream filled hopes With her eyes closed, she pretended as she danced… That he might be the one to save her ~ love her
When the music played she was in another world Wishing he’d sweep her off her feet, take her away So she could live like a lady... and die like a flowering rose when her last petals fall ~ in the arms of one she imagined would be hers ~ once and for all
Someone to whisper velvet words of comfort... as their eyes met and their feet grazed the ballroom floor Under the melodic grace of the violins, she pretended… Hoping to find her hero ~ someone who’d give her a chance Just…for 10 cents a dance You can also view my poems at
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2 Reviews Added on March 24, 2013 Last Updated on April 9, 2013 Author![]() anne p. murray- LadeeAnneBirmingham, ALAboutI'm not an extraordinary woman, simply put... I'm just a normal, ordinary one. In my private life I am gingerly cautious with the people I meet, but fearless in the words I write. Not an extrove.. more..Writing
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