A piece narrated by a former staff member of a ballroom set in the distance past.
The ballroom was awesome.
We danced the Charleston,
first on the dance floor.
Yes we the servants, before the patrons.
Imagine what they would of thought.
Waiting in line to gain entrance
into an establishment, as if it
granted fortune and fame.
What was the name of the establishment?
God only knows! That was a hundred years ago!