Jerry Behr Number 2

Rookie - 0 Points (3/2/1951 / Netherlands)

The Dance Of Life - Poem by Jerry Behr Number 2

An exuberance of life is to dance once more the dance of life
With your partner by your side.
To once again see the sunrise and hear the morning's outside chorus.
Feel the days vibrancy, the clattering of life during the morning's rise.
As the shadows come up on sunlight's tide.

The family once again at their morning ritual, pondering the day's future.
Stirring of the house as its members come each to breakfast table's side.
And the family chatter begins and feel once more the warmth of the family bond.
The morning is rushing now and each to their roles in life
At the rising of sunlight's tide.

Greeting the morning sun the family is off to their daily tasks
With your partner by your side.
The days excitement had begun as each journey off to their destinations in life.
Such is the dance the dance of life, its magnetic bond is so precarious and precious.
During the day each member of the family does their daily tasks at sunlight's high tide.

Although separated during the day while the partners dance,
Their minds are side by side.
Minds and hearts intertwined dancing life's dance during sunlight's very high tide.
At days end long casting shadows beckons the return of the family homeward bound.
Expectation and longing to recombine once again at home at sunlight's disappearing tide.

At days end the dance is calmer now there is dinner to prepare at sunset's glow.
The family's home is once again full of chatter and prattle about the day;
I'm hoooome.
TV goes on, water jug goes on, dog comes in the kitchen the missus pats its head.
Kids having their juices and cookies, mum and dad with their coffees, its evening.

Role play comes to the fore as mum cooks dinner at evening's darkening glow.
Sizzling noises echo through the home followed closely by the smell of home cooking.
The missus looks through the kitchen window at Venus,
Dad reads the evening paper.
Mum asks Steven to set the dinner table, it wont be long for dinner for the evening.

In the evening the family sit around the dinner table at evening's disappearing glow.
It is warm in the kitchen as Mum, Dad, Craig Darren and Steven sit at the dinner table.
Some dew fogs up the kitchen window as the family eat and chatter about the day.
Laddie is in the laundry room eating from his doggie bowl.
The dance of life has come full circle for the family as they eat their meal in the evening. ©

6/5/2004.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, May 2, 2011

Poem Edited: Sunday, December 30, 2012


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