Dancing on a Snowy Night


There are days when I fear death.
 But then I remind myself that death is a comforting sort of absence.
Its God's way of telling you They know
 you have had enough and are ready to come Home.
I think I'm more afraid of growing old
without a man to dance with and fall in love.
I'm more afraid that maybe I will walk away
without anyone to call me back.

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