Let's Dance

 

All flesh is as the grass

And man is as its flower

We pass this way but once, my love

Let’s fully taste each hour

The bud that spills the rose

Soon renders its romance

My love, the imminence of death

Inspires us to dance

Sweet summer scrawls its sigh

Across the hazy slope

And oh, my love, I sense its haste

Beneath this sun-spun hope

Ah, morning noon and night

How seamlessly you pass

Let’s take this chance to dance, my love

For flesh is as the grass

© Janet Martin

Save the Last Dance For Me