Dance Until the End

Whether rock-and-rolling or hip-hopping, you move and groove so easily at first when dreams are fresh. Oh, there is no stopping that dance of youth when all is unrehearsed. By the middle years, perhaps you’re spinning (cavorting softer if your kids are sleeping). Can you slow down if life is about winning? Might you still be twirling as you’re weeping? With tears of sometimes joy and sometimes grief, it’s not too long before you’re dancing to the Golden Oldies (turned that “final” leaf). Be positive! Choose well the dance you do. May you be blessed with grandkids and hand-clapping. Pace yourself and keep those toes a-tapping! July 11, 2021For The Last Dance Poetry Contest (NA) Submitted Aug. 10, 2021 for 'A Brian Strand 1 to 14 line' Poetry Contestst