Walking into an old bar
Where the dance floor is empty
An old stranded piano at the side
Ancient jukebox playing songs relentlessly
With no one dancing by it
I sat by the bar
With a middlle age bartender saying ‘howdy..’
Ordering a glass of beer
As I sit facing the empty dance floor
I saw a faded black dancing shoes by the wall
This used to be my dance floor
Where we dance freely to the rhythm of the music
I dance with you all along, motioning your moves
I said dance and I’ll follow
But now the memories stay and you’re no longer here
like the faded dancing shoes, it used to be 2 of them
As I put on the dancing shoes for the last time
Dancing till the last beats of the music
With all memories hanging all around me
And I realized how old my feets have been
The young spirit that touched me once again make me forget how grey I had become
Let’s have a last dance I said
Till we meet again in heaven…
*)an old man dancing through the memories of his late life partner
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