If you have lived

A life as long as mine 

You would know that 

Life fulfilled is a hard to do

To dance throughout 

To feel joy

To be loved

What a life is owed

To feel her hand in mine 

In youth 

with twists and turns 

In middle age 

with sways and spins

In old age 

with walkers and canes

The joy we had 

was unheard of

Now that age has come

A deathbed dance is what is left

The plots are chosen

The doctors have said 

Three weeks at most

Nothing can be done

Except wait for the inevitable 

The grass on the plots 

The tombstone already cemented 

The children are gathered

A party is held

There we dance again

A dance on our graves

What a fulfilled life!