I love the pretty dancing woman at 1:22 minutes
in the rousing 30’s song, I Want To Be Bad.
I love how she so gracefully, so elegantly moves.
My overstimulated imagination wonders what she was like.
I’d like to go back in time and have a chance to meet her,
a lovelorn part of me believes it can see a soulmate
whose love I missed by being born too late for her.
I further dream of our passed ships
docking in the afterlife for love evermore.
Sure it’s crazy, but isn’t love sometimes crazy,
and who could emphatically prove my silly wishful
speculation is utterly impossible nonsense?
Is it not said that truth is stranger than fiction?
So what if this is one of those truths and
a pretty dancing woman in a 30’s song
is my forever soulmate awaiting me
in the afterlife?
Bob Boyd
