Death’s Dance

by reginadee2014

Death’s Dance
Regina Puckett

It’s true I don’t have any feathery angel wings
Nor do I know every little fact about most things
But I’m hardheaded enough to stand my ground
I know enough to keep my best friends around
My love will always outlast the tests of Father Time
My heart wraps itself around words and their rhyme
I’ll be your best friend or your worst enemy and foe
What I don’t understand now, I take the time to know
I’ll love you until time carries us both far, far away
But even then, I’ll turn death’s dance into a lovely ballet