We danced with the memories

by : Bacardi Gold
07/Oct/2020

Loving senior couple dancing in balcony at home : Stock Photo

I heard the music played just now
The song we used to dance
She’s fond of holding my gentle hands
And taking me to the dance floor

We couldn’t finish the music
Because she got tired easily then
She begged me to have our seats
Only to massage her aching feet

Oh how we danced away with our pains
Troubles and quarrels depleted our gains
Sometimes our words collided while our dancing song was being played
But we struggled to dance before the music faded

An instance, an issue we couldn’t agree
A heated argument which program to watch on TV
The host announced a Tango music to be played
Our eyes met, she grabbed my hands, to the music we danced

And our story further continues
From the dance floor we advanced to the altar
As we strutted with our two little kids along
Our love we found in dancing to be blessed and strong …

Times have passed, two little kids have families of their own
As we become a grandpa and grandma their kids have known
We still dance to the music where our love has grown
While our grandchildren dance along, to each his own…


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Pls. click to read the other poem about Love…
https://trianglewritesphil.wordpress.com/2020/08/13/night-is-a-sad-morning/

Night is a sad morning

Photo by Anna Shvets on Pexels.com

the dark hours is still young

collecting memories for time to keep

diverse and all as they may seem

into the heavens they may soundly sleep

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gather forces into your hands

offer them to the space beyond

wrathful outrages collected at my feet

all the lies that needs to be undone

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prepare the Hell if the Heavens refuse

both portals of devils and angels on the loose

sinners on the left saints on the right

repentance will come when the moment is ripe

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you have reveled to the drinks of colored nights

have savored the honey and perfume of twilights

hours have withered stomping feet at the dance floor

forgetting me how can you be so immature

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lend me your love if chances are nil

a moment with you give at your own freewill

nothing is greater than to be truthful is paramount

stay with me, tell me, if your love still i can count

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this cold night is nearing its life

the horizon gets less to ablaze in a burning

reach my hands if the love is still there

or walk away, say your goodbye to my morning…

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