dancer

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There is a beautiful old dancer that lives on the end of the street

Graceful and nimble with tiny feet

She's older than anyone else in this town

But age and wrinkles don't drag her down

She gets up every day to live some more

To breathe some more and leave more footprints on the floor

Her ravening demons still trail behind her back

Hunting her like a hungry wolf pack

She's lost count of the tears and the scars

She's seen loyal horses turn into metal cars

Her once vibrant hair is now faded white

Her eyes have become blurry and she's losing sight

But still she gets up to continue to fight

She may be old but her soul is young

And to life herself she flung

Yes, she is the beautiful, old dancer

Recently diagnosed with final stage cancer

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