I Danced With Death Today

I danced with death on this day.
Hand in hand,
together we swayed.
A swoop and twirl,
a pirouette.
It was a dance I won't forget.
It used its sickle as a cane.
And it did a two step,
and some buck and wing.
With a mighty leap,
it disappeared,
and I stood alone,
to shocked to fear.
When we meet again,
if I get a chance,
I'll praise it,
for how well it danced.

a reply to: Errollorre

Nice one Erroll!

a reply to: Quantum12

Thanks.

it sounds like you maybe talking about cancer.

dancing with death is only as bad as you want to make it,i danced with it and i came first in that dance,probably down to me not really grasping at the time what i was being told but apparently me having the attitude that s**t happens and not really caring helped my recovery.

just don,t think i really grasped the idea i could die or maybe i just didn,t care but my consultant told me that my attitude towards it was probably the reason that the chemo hardly affected me,was never sick once,slept a bit more but that was as far as it went.

8 years on i,m still clear and just want anyone to know that don,t let it get you down,positive attitude will get you through anything.

a reply to: Errollorre

Nice!



As a side note, while I have never danced with Death, we once did share a car pool ride.

He spilled his coffee a lot!

a reply to: Errollorre

originally posted by: DBCowboy
a reply to: Errollorre

Nice!

As a side note, while I have never danced with Death, we once did share a car pool ride.

He spilled his coffee a lot!

UUGh dont get me started on reapers. They never leave a tip!(refrencing dea d like me)

a reply to: yuppa