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DANCE WITH ME
- So
many years of sacrifice
- Thank God for no avarice,
- Always trying to make things right
- For others to have some light
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- Hoping
in this world for sanity to prevail
- But thus far, to no avail
- What makes man so wretched a mortal?
- Despite being made by the Immortal
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- Now,
I just want to live
- Empty inside, I have no more to give
- From whence and who cast my lot?
- Destitute I am, in this unending rot
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- O!
How I long to dance again
- Be it in sunshine or in rain,
- No one knows the sadness I feel
- Willingly, unto my God I yield!
© Sheriff Ali 2006
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Author’s Comments
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“My mind is
absorbed with the sufferings of man. Since I was twenty-four
there never [has been] any vagueness in my plans or ideas as
to what God’s work was for me.” (Florence Nightingale) As
for me, this realization came about when I was fifteen!
