Gentle man, take your position for the last dance.
An aging glide across the back door
And you’re there, home at last
The old familiar.
A waltz to the ‘Lady in Red’?
A pirouette with your pills?
A footloose flutter on the horses?
You have always danced lightly on this earth
Just one more dance before you leave us Blue Eyes
I want a last grasp at your quiet wisdom
Feel it as we dance
As you have danced – respectfully, thoughtfully and lovingly.
Don’t leave me to dance alone
You are my old familiar
Be my lead in your last dance as you sashay in your dance of death
Gentle man, take your position for your last dance.
Bronwyn Locke
Greytown, NZ
