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So long I have lived, almost ninety-five years 
I have laughed and cried ten thousand tears 
As I'm lying in my bed with my wife by my side 
I want to tell her a couple of secrets before I had died 
Holding her warm wrinkled hand in mine, I wondered if I should 
Should I spill the beans, let the cat out of the hat, would it do her any good 
You see, when I was half my age I am right now, the devil came to say hello 
I was at the theatre, all by myself, just trying to enjoy the show 
In an empty seat right next to me, a women sat dressed in red 
As we sat sharing smiles watching the show, a thought came inside my head 
To make a long story short, the lady in red and I, we both hit it off that night 
When I woke up by her side, I wondered, was it wrong or was it right 
Now that I am old and tired, it's time to tell my wife divine 
But before I could tell her, my last breath runs short _______________  


So, the old man never got to tell his wife his secrets. One might think as the story suggests that the old man once cheated on his wife. Actually this is not true at all. You see, the lady dressed in red is the same women with the warm wrinkled hand in which the old man is holding. She became his wife of forty-five years.  

The Secret- The secret he kept from her all these years was about the empty seat that was next to him in the theatre. The reason it was empty was because his date that night had blew him off and never showed up. Also, while watching the show he had spilled some Pepsi on his lap, the women in red thought that he did it accidentally, but it was done intentionally because he accidentally peed himself while watching the show. (lol) 


The Last Dance Poetry Contest 
Sponsor: Craig Cornish 
7/9/2021

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