On occasions I have danced <br /> and swayed to the music of love <br />And many times I have chanced <br /> upon a delightful thought of us <br />But time, my old foe, barges in <br /> to tread upon my heart. <br />Dances and chances become dim <br /> and memories fade to dark.<br /><br />David Normand<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/danced/
