Fears of a dancing monkey

A poem about fear of being un-important, partly explains my pen name too.

I am a dancing monkey, all dressed

in sequence and excess.

I squeal and spin, my audience to amaze.

Smile, monkey!  Twirl! Please, hold your gaze!



I am a dancing monkey

searching for applause.

I am a back up chorus-girl

chasing the spotlight's pause.



In truth, I am a nobody

looking for a sign,

that I am worthy to be seen

and worthy of your time.