My Last Dance

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    My Last Dance
    A dance of romance,
    Sealed with loving glance.
    Commitment of love;
    So blessed from above
    Brings a life of marriage,
    Baby in the carriage.
    Years go by so fast,
    Young years just don't last.
    Son grows tall and strong,
    I am not so young.
    He and I now dance,
    Sealed with caring glance.
    Waltzing to my chair,
    Loving arms of care.
    Dance not of romance,
    Our dance - my last dance.

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    alejapoet commented on My Last Dance

    03-05-2009

    I can always relate to a spoken word that is and has been a reality in the lives of so many. Pain-love-sadness-tribulations-sex and love are so deep and dramatic in our lives and you have expressed this so deeply in your words which is a real reality. Author Aleja Bennett http://alejabennett.net84.net http://myspace.com/authoralejabennett
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