Life Is a Dime a Dance
Written: by Tom Wright
February 2015
For an aging person life is a notebook
With pages yellowed by time,
Hours are spent looking hinder
At the labyrinth of days long past,
Seeking those dog eared pages,
That memory holds hostage;
Current days, stand all like winter,
Generally grey, and mostly alike;
As years languish and perish,
We become a whisper on the sea of life.
Occasionally reality slaps our faces
To remind us, it’s a dime a dance,
And we dance to the music that’s playing.
Then, only when dimes are expended,
And lights go out,
Is it over.
Copyright © Tom Wright | Year Posted 2015
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