Please play me the waltz of the angels..


 Play me the waltz of the angels..

I wrote some names down to paper,
each name were kind mentors to me.


In quiet prayers,
I pray to sit with them again,
talk till we can’t no-more.


I know in heaven,
kind people are waiting for their soldier boy.


Today, old age had found me,
feet tire, back hurt and
the grandchildren in the yard playing.


I go outside and we dance in the Fall leaves.
I look to the blue sky,
I pray to the warm sun,
I hope, I am making you proud.


I miss you and one day soon,
at the great dance in paradise.
I will waltz with the angels again.


    Dancing  Coyote
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