He Moved (Waxing Poetic)

He moved to the rhythm,
as if he knew the dance steps.
Swaying, gently, with the beat,
a smooth motion with his feet.
He tripped, but didn't fall,
for he had excellent balance
and that wasn't all.
He could do the Two Step
and the Waltz, in the Fall.
Light on his feet, someone,
once said. He could trip
"The light fantastic,
whenever he danced.
A Romantic, I think not,
a simple soul, living a
simple life, among
friends and family.