Sing while you can.
While your voice still holds
and the wine still grips you.
Dance while we can.
Before our legs grow weak
and we trip and stumble.
These bones are on loan
from the dirt,
and one day they must return.
But if I could hear you sing
me out the door
one more time,
I’d be overjoyed.
If I could hold you close
while the band played
and we danced our way
through the night,
then I won’t feel so bad
when the loan sharks
come to call.
I’ll just laugh
and hand them all
of what I owe.
No. I won’t feel remorse.
I’ll still hear you singing
every note
of the songs
that took us across the floor.
DJR – 2023
