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Olde Tyme

Passion not spent but changed now,
Into the gold of trust.
Moving together as one how,
True dancing partners must.

Sometimes the floor is crowded,
Each needs the other's aid.
They will complete the sequence,
Whatever tune is played.

And when the music's fading,
What though the dancing ends?
They'll be together forever
As partners, lovers and friends.

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Your getting just a bit good now Morris, this is just a beautiful, subtle, and oh so wise poem. It's a piece you should be proud of.
A moving poem, showing consideration, love and wisdom Would you trade this feeling of serenity?
I am always taken by the good use of a metaphor and dance, particularly in it's social form, of the dance floor, is a good one. You employ it well, only suggesting at nostalgia rather than being blatent. A wonderful piece!