Belle of the Ball
Mildred sat in her rocking chair
The setting sun highlighting her silver hair
Reflecting on her many, many years
Her eyes glistened with joyful tears
All the times both good and bad
And how she missed her husband Brad
They had been to such great places
She tried to remember people’s faces
Her mind had begun to slip a bit
But her dancing feet would never quit
Those feet had won the callus carnival
It was a memory she loved to recall
She had been there after all
She had been the belle of the ball
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