Is the end of a beginning.
Now we start the numbered grades,
Dancing through the years of grace.
Ends require celebration,
Rituals of well-earned winning,
Giving kids the accolades
A dancer needs to keep the pace.
Rejoice, then, in the raw sensation,
The shyness bursting, rapture spinning.
Eventually, the glory fades,
Nor can it run so long a race.
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