![]() Dancing with TomorrowA Poem by Clint Robert Collins![]() A 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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