Is the end of a beginning.
Now they 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 will it ever be replaced.
Copyright by Nicholas Gordon