Ode to the Company
Photo by Logan White
Late to the party but always on time,
I honor my body with friends by my side.
I face my gems and bid adew to the
ghosts of my past and embrace the new.
If music speaks the language of soul,
then dance is how I break the mould.
I move through songs of pain and delight,
making love to music, the way Swayze might.
To laugh, to cry, and play and sing
are needs that we have, but dare not bring
to the table of youth, please pass me your knife, a slice of your melon for the time of my life.
As life linger on, I can’t help but wonder
why moments so fleeting are often the fonder.
If this much is true then I’ll let it be, these
arms of mine will follow your lead.
