This heart of mine could use a rest
It’s tired of being second best
No matter what I say or do
The verdict is it’s up to you.
I’d like to believe life is fair
And second chances are not rare
But you and I, we live with facts
We’ve done the job, performed the acts.
Too sad to think ’twas not enough
To keep one’s head when going’s rough
Throughout my life I tried so hard
To keep my actions close to God !
To love our God and country too
Those are the things I chose to do.
To furnish aid to those in need
Encourage others to succeed
Grant help to many who deserve
To earn a chance to give and serve.
It’s true our nation must be saved
If we are to escape this grave
Of shattered dreams, distorted facts,
Repeated crimes and heartless acts.
Please rescue us and keep us free
Lest we betray our destiny !
Sometimes I think when I’m abed
That I hear dancing o’er my head
Then I recall the years gone by
Aft my two feet had learned to fly.
I never thought that I was great
But dancing did my soul elate
Sometimes I stumbled, took a fall
Not in performance, not at all.
Yet there were times I’d miss a beat
Or needed to replace a cleat
I loved to dance, still wish I might
Too long ago, I lost that fight !
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Claire V. Bogdanos 