Poverty Line

The little girl didn't know it yet But she was a dancer, Quite experienced might I add. She practiced without even trying. Everyday of every hour. A dedication ignited not by desire. With her ballet flats, She jumped gracefully about. Little did she know She was the main attraction of the whole show. All day, all night, With an indefatigable stride The girl danced and danced On the poverty line. Still young and naive, was she. She had no clue of her talent, No clue of her might. Her goal was unclear, Unlike her little smile. Gracefully, she filled the stage Sometimes on the line, But mostly not by. So far under, she did her tricks Without thinking about where she is. The little girl danced with all her might Opening night was not only tonight, But every night. Endlessly she danced Until she couldn't keep up. She fell so far below Sprained was she, incomplete, As she lay with her mother in the street. She didn't dance for a while, She just waited and tried to smile. The little dancer resumed to dance Although she never soared to the same heights again. The little dancer, young and bright Ended her career. And off she went, into the night Way below the poverty line.