Everybody's dancing and having a good time....

No not really,
but I'll dance you silly.
Next to good romancing,
I love dancing.
Not that I'm that great,
when you're dead it's too late.

Dancing in the morning,
dancing in the evening,
dancing at supper time,
let the celebration sublime.
Celebrate whatever,
some people never.

They wait for special occasions,
need kick in the butt persuasions.

Here lies the dearly departed,
he died before his
celebration got started.
Maybe he's in heaven,
then again the dice rolled snake eyes,
and not seven.

OnepoetGem