Right at the heart of town,
the circus had gathered all.
It had dancers, clowns, magicians, and more.
All capturing the eyes and hearts
of young schoolchildren. I was twelve.
I dreamt of being whisked away
to a life of glamour, smiles, freedom, and play.
The older children were all in a row
for the ringmaster to size them up.
The possibilities were endless for all of the
grown-up kids. I was twelve.
We would travel by caravan, town to town.
People are gathering, shouting our names out.
It is a performance no one will ever forget.
The glitz and glam is a new sight to see.
I would dance the night away, filled with joy,
for all to see. I was twelve.
"Ina!" my mother shouted. "Come here!"
I sighed, turning away from the ruckus ahead,
and instead went to do the job I had.
A dancer walked past me, covered in jewels aplenty.
She gave me a smile and a wave
before walking into her tent. I was twelve.