Compulsory Concert

So rhythmic is the tune we dance everyday Some call it song, some specify as a dirge While to majority, its neither poem nor prose But in concordance, we must sway, bray and lay Our feet busy and entangled on the vast stage The tunes are confusing, some claim to know them Some sing after them, while majority just sway to look busy Crowned is the virtuoso who plays the melody that Carries and sends the myriad in carousel and nonstop pirouette Keep swaying and in bloom merriment For when your time to exit comes, be gracious to usher a new dancer Unlike you without clue, be generous to guide on the right tunes to listen The right moves to employ and the right partner to double up We ‘all on the list for a compulsory dance, we must dance!