Riverdance Nursing Home
The Winter Waltz
Joe was broken, lonely
Waiting impatiently to die
Carol was seventy going on sixteen
Aging, she refused to comply
Joni was an angel disguised
Her wings hidden from the unseeing
Always dancing, surprised
A puppet of the Supreme Being
Joni prepared a grand scheme destined to succeed
A New Year’s Eve bash she planned
A most decorative winter waltz theme
With all the guests masked
Carol took Joe’s hand, stand she said
He rose from his chair as if floating on air
Danced they did ’til Joe dropped dead
Unmasked, his smile revealed his last affair
© Joe Merkle 2021
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