When I can no longer dance
May my shoes continue on.
May they please someone as they’ve pleased me
And remind her that I’ve gone.
May they glide with her across the floor
With partners soft and warm,
May compliments be sent her way
Of their graceful style and charm.
May she care for them as I would have
If time had just stood still.
May she pass them along when she moves on
So our dance will be eternal.
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Polly's Tango Talk 