The Dance

 

Inevitable.

 

Like the sea and the

Wind and the endless sky

Music fills the air and then

We dance in a song of our

Own making.

 

Postcards, pictures of Paris,

New York, London and home,

A little wine, a little fame,

A little love if you're lucky,

A few bad falls, new shoes and

A cane among inordinate amounts

Of good friends who light our

Way, dancing partners and even

A few wallflowers

 

Who help us make our days,

 

And this is not merely a spectacle,

 

This is life

 

Worth living....

 

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