Outside Ballet

I'm waiting here outside ballet
And while my grandchild twirls away
My pencil gets to do its thing;
Some thoughts to paper it will bring.

The little girls, all dressed in pink,
Adorably are on the brink
Of leaving toddlerhood behind;
It goes so fast, it blows my mind.

And I, though, on the other hand,
Have somehow managed now to land
Instead of at a door marked "Stage,"
At one that boldly says "Old Age."

My ballerina days have passed;
The lots are in, the die's been cast
But lucky me, I can enjoy
My most delicious girl and boy.