Just some thoughts:
A smile came over her face along with a slight look of melancholy and maybe even a twitch of sadness as she pushed the tray back to me with my money.
Earlier today I had stopped at the bank drive-up window. I was cashing a check when the lady heard my car cd player. “That’s Emmy Lou isn’t it, oh that song.” “Love that song, love that song,” she said as I reached for the money. Again looking at me she said, “We lived those lyrics didn’t we. Kids today have no idea what a great time it was to be a teenager.” smiled back at the lady and said, “No idea at all. I think from your reaction you and I both know what that time was like.” Oh the song, “Save The Last Dance For Me.”
“Save The Last Dance For Me”
You can dance every dance with the guy who gave you the eye
Let him hold you tight —(not sure about this)
Oh I know the music’s fine
Like sparkin’ wine and you have some fun
Laugh and sing
But don’t you know I love you so
Can’t you feel it when we touch
I will never ever let you go
You can dance carry on ’til the night is gone
And it’s time to go/ You must tell him No
Save that last dance for me and remember
whose takin’ you home
There are many things I wish I could be. One thing for sure I am not that I wish I could have been and that is a good dance. For sure I was and am not. But my wife was and is. Oh the two of us once won a Twist contest but that really isn’t dancing. My wife “glows” when she dances with someone who can dance. I’ve seen it. With me she just has patience.
But my last request to her is—-Save that last dance for me…and remember who’s taking you home.
October 10, 2019