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Dance Your Way Through

Upon life's bubble gum journey en route
One has a tendency to get weary
Dried up and hot like brown grass; so put out
Because the struggles are sometimes dreary

Along with the popcorn and soda drinks
In between the out takes and the in takes
One soon discovers that something here stinks
That sometimes there's no frosting on their cakes

Then armed with the very thought of all this
Tend to curl up in little balls of fear
They stop dancing life and cancel the kiss
Because they feel they can no longer bear

The wear and tear, the frequent ups and downs
The dance is gone and smiles turn into frowns

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This is not the ending I would like for your friend, I would like to tell her that despite it all, keep dancing through the tears, the fears, ups and downs, if you keep dancing a better song will soon play. lol

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  • Sara Bellem
    September 10, 2007
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    So True, when things don't go the way we want it to, us, as humans tend to want to curl up in a ball and "give up", so true, my friend frustrates me so. Thank you for writing this... Best Wishes and God Bless :f


  • Swan song gold member
    June 26, 2007
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    This is very nice well thought out and well written. I like this infact it was delightful.


  • aliceramone
    June 18, 2007

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    for some reason it reminded me of the movie "splendor in the grass"...my wife loves that one and It is a good movie...anyway,a great write especially the third stanza


  • individuality gold member
    June 18, 2007

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    ah the frequent ups and downs, now i know this all too well for i have a master's degree in depression. smiles are juggled with frowns constantly here, they do little backflips in the air and jump through hoops of fire, there is always time for popcorn though - a good poem. spill ink and twist my brain into a dream shaped piece of pie.

    • 2lullabyhaven
      June 18, 2007
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      TY

      Now how would that compare to my PH.D. in the same field lol? No matter one can learn the fundamentals of dancing life from any vantage point, can they not?lol

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