We dance with death
Every day we do
Our time is short
Death is not a friend
Sometimes life is not
Either
We wait for joy to happen
If our existence can find accord
But the dance itself
Is not worth the wait
But Death gets the final word
Unless
Our prayers
Our imaginings
Our greatest wishes
Become true
But so far
We don't know
And won't
Until
You know
You find out the hard way
