I Shall Dance
I sense the onslaught of bitter times
When rain and fog in my future lie,
I shall hear the chapel steeple chimes
And I shall think me near to die.
Then, when I least expect the light,
The sun bursts forth with radiance
Clouds disappear in vaporous plight
And I shall dance, yes, … I shall dance.
Slip me through the stress of living
The bad times come, I shall only glance,
Sunshine bears not macabre misgiving
And I shall dance, yes, … I shall dance.
written February 25, 2022
Copyright © L Milton Hankins | Year Posted 2022
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