Our Dances

In life, we take our chances, though
Those often need improving:
At times, we dance our dances with
The ones who won’t be moving

The rain may fall, the storm may rage
To drown out limb and voices —
The muddy fields that are our lives,
Our dances and
Our choices

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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