Dance with Me


The doctor ordered bed rest
A glass of water
A side of enslavement
He ordered
No refills
He ordered
One time your mother crying
Two times your father shouting
Three times your sister standing
Confused
Just as you
You say
"One last dance"
And you dance
One time
Two times
Three times
One hundred times
Then dancing isn't enough
You want to feel the way
You were lifted into the air
Spun around
Once before
Never the same anymore
So you dance harder
But only once more

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