The Way We Walk

You stagger,
she swoons,
you falter,
she croons.
You bumble
and stumble along.

She tip toes,
you step,
her high-heel is left
in the grate, along highway one,

I rock and I roll,
I try hard to stroll,
but my rhythm just holds me strong.

So we all watch our step
and then hit our heads,
as we march to the beat
of the siren’s swan song.

Another great poem by Glen C. Shepherd from his book Elvis Has Left The Building.

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