Last Dance
Last dance! How special it would always be,
as I remember from days long ago,
at high school sock hops- was the best for me
when the DJ announced it would be slow.
My love and I would cling in ardent glow-
not knowing then, our dance with life was set,
as heart to heart, we twirled without regret.
Now sixty-three years later- though still sound-
our steps slow down a bit with each sunset;
pray our last dance, as one- be heaven-bound.
July 8, 2021
Contest: The Last Dance
Sponsor: Craig Cornish
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