This is not death
no tears in these
names and faces
breath sweet air.
A summers day
dancing colours
fills the air
with joyous voices.
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I can grow old
from now on
this is not my face
a veined surface.
A company of hope
this gift of life
where children dance
and forget the past.
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Written for The Mag
Life From A Park Bench 
I yearn to frolic, dance with the children of the world ….
May we all dance this same dance.
Dancing and rejoicing in a new light..
A company of hope…I love that…