Bowed With Grace Comments
His silver head is bowed,
His shoulders bent with the age of time.
Tobacco stained teeth tightly grip his
Corn cob pipe.
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Dorothy, fantastic job with this poem! I'm not quite in the condition yet of the old man you described, but who knows how long it will be before it happens to any of us? Sadly, I have never been much of a dancer, anyway. I was drawn to this poem in the first place because of the title. I have bowed with Grace many times as she prayed. (My mother's name was Grace.)
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8/21/2025 5:58:20 PM # 1.0.0
Dorothy, very nice. Yes, of course, dance while you can!