The Last Dance

The last dance

Fragile weary aged bones,
please do not throw stone's,

In my blanketed youth once,
sliding, slipping, over hills,
peaks and valley's of the mind,

exuberant youth had its dance,
sweet loves and romance,

danced the dance,
sang the songs,

the tortured soul of age
at end of life's stage,

the aroma of life
swirling through the brain,
and the lifeless body ,
here to remain.