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
Copyright © Karen Jones | Year Posted 2024
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