I don’t know how to dance with Death,
Perhaps it can be a Ballet a Waltz.
All I know is that I must learn the steps.
When my father passed away it seemed to be a sombre walk,
Head down and not looking back.
I just held his hand as the music faded from his soul.
When my son died I hoped he would be at peace.
His little heart just stopped beating.
It was a dance I will never forget.
I turned and bent forward in agony.
I don’t remember any music playing.
I have tried and tried,
But I just don’t know how to dance with death.
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David Wakeling (
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O death, where is your sting?
O grave, where is your victory?
Death thou shalt die
When I leave this world I have arranged for the song at the end of my funeral to be Rock Around the Clock!
Andy
That's the best attitude. You know at Peter Sellers funeral they played "in the mood".What a way to go
I understand your pain when close family members pass on and leave you with your grief.
But what have funerals got to do with it, specifically your own? By the time of the funeral you are well and truly gone......at least one would hope so. A teeny bit embarrassing if halfway through the service the coffin lid gets kicked off and the body leaps out and cha-chas down the isle and off to find a decent pub......
Thanks for reading.I'll dance at your funeral.The fox trot I think.
Won't be having one - put my remains out with the garbage.
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