41. Old Dancers
I know we're old now and our bodies don't work as they should.
But if I could dance with you once more I surely would.
To dance as we did without a care.
I know we're old now and our bodies don't work as they should.
But if I could dance with you once more I surely would.
To dance as we did without a care.
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Mama with her babies in her rocking chair, she sings
The soothing sound of lullabies,
Her voice so sweetly rings.
Singing in her rocking chair,
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It could not be me he's thinking of
When he looks up at the soft moonlight.
And it can't be me that he's dreaming of
When he falls asleep at night.
Another brilliant poem - I love the way you write - keep them coming, please.
Very best wishes, Ann
I stand before the mirror
A stranger stares at me
I've been replaced by someone else
They're standing where I used to be.