I Don'T Want To Leave the Party

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Sorry I've been absent so long folks, I've missed being a part of all this, but when the Block lands on yer head, what can you do? Incidentally, to anyone reading this I just want it to be known I really do read each and every comment, appreciate every one and have since the beginning. Best of all to all of you. Keep up the good fight for a good write!
With Deepest Appreciation,

William T. Masonis

The long, long night
Is winding down
From distant rooms
I hear the sound
Of fine old friends
As they take their leave
The evening ends
And I believe
The time to follow draws ever near
My heart is tired, my mind is clear.

The shining lights
Are fading out,
The dawn lies weak
On the walls without
The voices drift
And steal away
As we search for deeper
Things to say
Sands keep flowing from the glass
As present lives become the past.

     - And we all grow old
     - As the Earth spins around
     - As we hold to the love
     - By which we all are bound.

          I don't want to leave the party
          It's always been so much fun
          Through all the years and tears and fears
          It's like it's only just begun.
          I don't want to leave the party
          But I'll go, with all my friends.
          Who knows what waits outside the door
          When the magic of our living ends?

The hand that holds
Your glass of wine
Is cracked and aged
As much as mine
The shadows of
Our memories
Are lengthening
Into the seas
Of onward flowing history,
The days once shared by you and me.

The love that lit
Ten thousand nights
Is still alive
And burning bright.
The time we spent
On sharing dreams
Is further now,
Or so it seems.
The lives we built we can't forget,
And no one wants to leave just yet.

     - And we all grow old
     - As the Earth spins around
     - As we hold to the love
     - To which we all are bound.

          I don't want to leave the party,
          We're all having too much fun.
          Yet while smiling we'll still disappear
          Now that the play is closed and done.
          I don't want to leave the party,
          But I'll go, with all my friends
          Who knows what's waiting just outside
          When the spell of living softly ends?

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