Life is Fleeting
| Just one more dance, dad!
Just one more! I wish I could turn back the hands of time, so I could dance with my ‘old boy’. My confidant is gone! My motivator, my advocate! He’s gone, oh yes, he’s gone! He will be seen no more! He can’t be traced, he can’t be searched! Oh, what a world! Like smoke, our life goes into the air, never to return. We’re here today, holding that hands we love! Dancing and enjoying our numbered days on earth! But tomorrow, oh tomorrow! It’s never promised! We never can tell, when that love one will be bidding us goodbye! Good bye? Yes, good bye! Separating that spirit from the dwelling place of humanity! He’s gone, I can’t see him any more! I can’t dance with him, never again! Sad right? Is yours alive? Hold on to him! Accord him that honour! Show him that love! For tomorrow is never promised! Dance with him! To the music he loves! The moment he cherishes! The life of our fathers! Just a little while! When we get to know them better! They tend to live us on the dance floor. A dance with my father! A dance with my friend! A dance with my confidant! It’s just a little while! May God keep him in eternity! Good bye Papa! Rest well Soldier! Greatly missed! Written by: Mr. Elliot Borketey Bortey (EEB)- 0246701056
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