Grab Life By Its Fingers and Twirl...

Grab life by its fingers and twirl,

Grab life by its arms; take a chance

Grab love and its gilt tilt-a-whirl, my friend

Who knows when we’ll dance our last dance?

Un-tether the ties that bind

Unfetter the fears that drain

Together we’ll weather the weather, my friend

Whether of gold sun or cold rain

Emerald of spring, amethyst

Of summer-swept petal or mist

Sapphire sigh or ruby-beamed sky

Diamond of dew on dawn’s wrist

Life’s treasure in full measure spills

Rampant above and beneath

Drink from the chalice of moments, my friend

Who knows when we’ll draw our last breath?

Grab life by its fingers and twirl

Oh, suffer its sorrow-romance

Grab love by its shoulders and never let go

Who knows when we’ll dance its last dance?

© Janet Martin