In This Last Waltz
** In This Last Waltz **
I am swirling around thoughts,
Swirling even ‘tween ‘em , too — stepping forward —
Getting ready for this nght’s joys to end , and
See The Last Waltz come up on my dance card.
I’m twirling thru wonderings
— Biding my time hopping with the rocket man —
As my mind goes wandering,
Considering all the ways Time’s passing
Changes things —
I’ve been tapping along to the music’s beats
While “tripping through the light fantastic”
Off into only the finest of old memories.
I beg away the painful ones,
Keeping them in a far, secluded realm,
Which I look to name Forgotten —
And from where their attempts to recur will be for naught.
I’ve been gossiping with Caledonia
About which men will still be fit for the last dance.
We’ve been stomping to rythms of the blues —
Both of us wearing our alabaster shoes,
So fine for kicking up our gowns with some flare.
We’re running away from The Last Waltz as it ends..
Just minutes before midnight…
We’re sliding onto the taxi’s backseat,
Snagging our dresses, plus losing a shoe!
Nonetheless, we’re squeezed tightly together,
Shouting for the driver to race speedily off into the wind…
As we’re testifying that only good memories
Will be lived
To end our fun, illustrious, regal most fanciful night!
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(c) sally young eslinger. 6/28/2023
** written to “The Last Waltz” concert music by The Band
With a mention of Elton John as the Rocket Man.
The prince, not notedwas, I think in another realm…;-)
Thanks be to God…
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