The Waltz


One, Two, Three…

The flow begins quite innocently;
Choosing their words most carefully.

 As each takes their alternate step…

They are reminded of promises made and unkept.
 Even feeling a tinge of regret.

Yet as they sway to and fro…

A smile begins to flourish, to grow.
And that, which was past, is let go.

So while they dance…

Each, decides to take a chance.
For life is but, a mere glance.

We are living on time that's borrowed…
 
With no guarantee of  tomorrow,
It should not be filled with such sorrow .

Although there were many who were lying…

Some have left the dance floor crying,
Still, we must keep on trying.

For we were given life's pulse…

And at times we will meet those who are false,
Despite this, we must continue the waltz!

Inspired by: God &  A Troll named Ken
©2008  Shana L Martin All rights reserved