Once the world in a sorry condition
"Knew" the way it should run apropos:
Every person - an own rendition,
But with gravity no rapport...
And the world spun around and round,
Fields of gravity kindly imposed;
Our affinity for the ground
Was - too bad! - not important supposed.
People ran, people triumphed and suffered;
People wobbled, and hobbled and swelled...
Sport of running: a paradise offered
Or the Seventeenth Circle of Hell?
But the world spun around and round,
Fields of gravity kindly imposed,
A familiar man, with a frown,
An incredible question proposed:
"Do we really know the music?
Do we really know the tune?"
And this question - profound, amusing -
Was, incredibly, quite opportune.
So we learn and we fall and we pose
But, of course, think only of pulling,
And to YOU, Dear Friend, my proposal:
Learn the form to its ultimate fullest.
Yet the world spun around and round,
Fields of gravity kindly imposed...
"It's an honor" - I thought, being proud,
To be teaching the Method of Pose.
Many thanks to the Earth for the falling
And to Nicholas - for this dream.
What's the matter?! - the time is rolling:
Learn to pose, to run, to be free...