Year: 1895 Unknown Personal Collection of Ron Hunt, Wigan
'Forever Young'
Dance
with me, oh will you dance with me?
I’m
feeling pretty, let him beg some more,
Here
and now, there’s only here and now,
My
head is spinning with the ballroom floor,
Dance
with me, oh will you dance with me?
Let
us not dwell on what we have in store,
Young
we are, so very young we are,
There
is no war, oh no, there is no war.
Dance
with me, oh will you dance with me?
He’s
even younger than he looked before,
Young
he is, forever young he is
I
am still living, and he is no more.
Live for the Love of it,
The Happy Amateur
Haunting and lovely. Great photographs as well.
ReplyDeleteI'm so glad your comment went through OK! Thank you, Mark. I loved the photographs, too.
ReplyDeleteThat's the problem with dying young...it preserves you as you are, but you are trapped in memory as that young person, with no opportunity to create new memories.
ReplyDeleteThe repetition throughout the three stanzas is what gives it a dance-like feel...and you pull off end-line rhyme rather well too.
-Nicole
Thank you, Nicole.
ReplyDeletewell done...thanks for sharing your words here
ReplyDeleteThank you, Wayne, for your comment.
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