A song and a dance.
A peek and a glance.
A quick twirl and graceful bow,
The curtain calls for the show to end.
Be careful not to blink,
A lot goes by between the scenes.
Every moment a golden glisten,
All ready to glow and brighten.
Between the beginning and the end,
There are only the "and".
You may ask "What else?",
I can only reply "And then?".
Poetry without much thinking.