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[aid] => Mick
[title] => One Last Chance
[time] => 2002-12-18 06:00:00
[hometext] => wow, I have no clue where the piece came from, but here it is, enjoy
[bodytext] => Resting his head beneath the old oak tree
The chill in the air, sparking a distant memory Of when he used to sit by the fire on these nights And tell stories to the children, by fireplace light Those times had passed, as the children grew older His daughter now a seamstress, her brother a soldier It grew even harder, at the first hints of snow As he thought of his late wife, and the places they’d go Recalling the nights, spent skating on the old frozen lake Well for her anyway, he’d sit quietly to watch and wait Admiring the graceful way, her hair would flow As the moonlight on her skin produced a beautiful glow Weeping silently, as he recalled their tradition To share a single slow dance, on this day in question He hadn’t even tried to move in that way Since the last time they were together, last Christmas day Through his tears he asked the wind for one last chance To share with his eternal love, their annual dance For a last chance to feel the heat from her cheek Pressed against his own, as they whispered real weak As the wind quickened in pace, the branches creaked And much to his surprise, he heard his love speak Stunned even more when he saw her in front of eyes This Christmas would make up for last, he finally decides There in the woods, with the rhythm of the wind Their yearly tradition, continuing to no end Dawn coming he held on to her so Swearing to himself he’d never let go But he had no other choice with the coming of Dawn As she whispered he had to let go, it’s time to move on He still had a few years to go, before making it to her side And that she’d be there waiting, arms open wide With the coming of the sun, she vanished in the breeze In tears the man fell to upon his aged knees Crying cause she knew that she was right And thankful, he had that one chance last night [comments] => 2 [counter] => 156 [topic] => 31 [informant] => J_Ganey [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => StoryPoetry )
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