If it was up to us most Ontarians would not choose this color tonight but
circumstance dances to the beat of its own drum...
The dance of circumstance trains us to be lithe on our toes
To bend and bow where here and now dictates its dosey-does
Where melodies that moments spill, insist we twist and twirl
Sometimes a beautiful quadrille, sometimes a tilt-a-whirl
The dance of circumstance may perplex us with sudden spins
A vertigo of unexpected dips and vexing grins
Of waltzes unrehearsed before they sweep us off our feet
Into a rushing repertoire of both bitter and sweet
The dance of circumstance does not cater to wish and whim
But teaches us to tango to the tempo of the hymn
Where instruments we cannot tune requires you and me
To make the best of what will soon become a memory
© Janet Martin
...on that note, here's to the memory you are making
to the music that is playing💖💝
