Waltz Macabre

During this uncertain time....
My courage has diminished to a dime.

But I still have things in my mind
That not many people will find.

I turn on my computer.
Russian Waltzes.
As the music plays, my heart, my soul, my mind pulses.
With quite a steady beat like a clock
a quite impressive feat.

I spin and twirl and dance across my room
with no zoom.
Clinging onto an imaginary partner
Imagining that time has went back a century.

During this time many people have died
But I pray that there will not be the name of I
among the poor souls that have gone to rest.

Instead I think of
the inevitable in the future.

What can I nurture,
before I go further?
Before I have to depart
Despite not wanting to in my heart?