by ktarcus

Created on: December 29, 2010

THE LAST WALTZ...

I pass it each day on the way to visit; 
it reminds me of whom you were.

A vibrant compassionate lovable girl, 
with a soft and sensual air.

Days with too few hours you said, 
so full of loving and capable of giving.

No rest for the wicked in hell, 
no thought for the dead consider the living.

Alas the curtain is closing in, 
no longer a part to play.

Recognition is all we can ask at this time, 
easy for them to say!

I can still hear the band, 
though it is getting fainter as the days end beckons.

Perhaps once more we may dance, 
it’s a hope I alone hold, as no one else reckons.

How can they say it is easier to let go, 
if you are practical and remove the smaltz?

Obviously they do not know you, 
I'm still hopeful of the last waltz.

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