Death Dance

Each day we wake up with grace We know not how the day will end We walk by death time and time again Unaware of our feet in quick sand Some of us slowly sink in Unaware we don’t fret or worry Some of us are acutely conscious That we sink and move in various ways Perhaps quickening deaths grip Perhaps not if one believes in destiny We have various choices challenges that Grab our focus and like hocus Pocus Our death dance is transformed Do you waltz beautifully to the music Do you sing along and try to diffuse it’s sting Do you embrace and trace your steps As the death rattle settles in your chest And fastens like a lead violet vest Embracing the best and lovingly dressed life dreams Bubbling upon the quicksand like a silver sonnet How do we know enough about it to fear What if the other side is more clear and honest We all sink in quicksands of life and perhaps It is the only worthy way to have lived So put on your best dancing shoes Lace them up with love And strut your stuff