Dancing with TomorrowA Poem by Clint Robert CollinsA smidge of regret with a pinch of tomorrow."Hello, nice to meet you. You are so beautiful. Would you like to dance?" One step forward, one step back. Dancing has never been my strong suit, but alas, I still dance. "So, this is your new boyfriend. I am so happy for you." One step forward, one step back. I have danced all my life, but the to and fro has not lived up to the hype. Perhaps I should try a different song, or perhaps not. "Yes, I will RSVP for your wedding." One step forward, one step back. I am still dancing, but now, sadly, the motions are hidden behind a porcelain smile of grace and the discarded milk carton dreams of tomorrows past. This backseat I now call my home, surprisingly, is very comfortable. "Congratulations on the birth of your son. I am so happy for you." One step forward, one step back. That one hurt, I have to be honest. Time is an evil thing. A blind soldier fighting behind orders, but with morality of self lost behind the guise of better things. Then again, I think too much. That was always my problem, and now, alone, it is my curse. Sometimes it is important to have a voice. I chose to hold my tongue and roll the dice, but loitering in-between the crossroads of destiny comes an awful price. And yes, the Devil loves to dance, just in case you were wondering. And she also loves to torture. "Of course I will be at your retirement party. That's what friends are for, right?" One step forward, one step back. What is the moral of this story? Obviously, I have no idea. R.I.P. © 2016 Clint Robert CollinsReviews
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