The Dance...With A Line From Frost....For S. P. Poem by r james sterzinger

All in all
It's a dance towards end
Let's promenade
My tender friend.

The leaves fall joined
One by one
They dance to death
In the dimming sun.

Like them too
We shall fall and die
Not by one by one
But by and bye.

I'll ne'er trade
One minute here
Hoping a thought
Of you is near.

So seasons drift
To die, I suppose
But, 'the secret's in the middle
And knows.'

Though the Frost be gone
He still plays his prose
His voice still speaks
And this he knows.

Live each day dancing
Until the end
Then miss me deeply
My dearest friend.