Stretching It OutThe subliminal stain of pain,reminder of stage, space and strain,returns again each morning,it's fetched and stretched and for awhiletells of life lived, a chosen style with fragile thread, a warning.Though my body, once quick and strong,with time has mellowed, not so wrong.My dance song, a playful tune, is slowed but rings of all good things and challenges that bring me wings.Still, stings from age come too soon.                             ~~Judi Van Gorder Notes: ▼ Verse Fo