The Dance
Years going by so fast,
especially in groups of five.
Which will be my last?
How long will I survive?
My friends are leaving me;
thru heaven's gate have gone.
What will be, will be...
I'm thankful for each dawn.
Surely, a spin of chance...
this living and dying dance.
Sandra M. Haight
~6th Place~
Premiere Contest: 10 lines, Five Words Rhyme
Sponsor: Laura Loo
Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2017
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