I’m going to go, out dancing

If it’s the last thing that I do.

I’ll fade with the music,

what more may I leave you?

 

Let the music of life play on.

I’ll trip the steps in time

I’ll sing the words and laugh aloud

Come sing the tune and rhyme.

 

Guitar will strum –

and dancers sigh,

discords will fade away.

lights go dim.

My time is up,

I’m sailing far away!

David Garlick, Sidney, April, 2008