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Save the Last Dance for Me

Story ID:5919
Written by:Monte Leon Manka (bio, contact, other stories)
Organization:retired
Story type:Poem
Location:Hemet CA USA
Year:2006
Person:Hemet, Chelsea Kansas Kid
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SAVE THAT LAST DANCE FOR ME

After the sun sets
And the darkness sets in
Seek out that old rocking chair
And think about where you’ve been.

From a hungry baby
To a darling little brat
You head into your teens
Trying to figure where you’re at.

The first dance at the auditorium
I only went there to see
What the others were doing
Me dance? Not me.

If I was approached by some
Young lady asking me to dance
I’d hide my head
Afraid to take a chance.

Looked like fun and
I took that chance
Finally in my senior year
I asked a girl to dance.

I touched her only
On the shoulder and hand
While I stumbled to
The beat of the band.

Kinda got the hang
After one or two
Held her a little closer
Thought this thing to do.

Then there was an announcement
This will be the last dance, you see
I asked this girl if she would have this
Last dance with me?

After Graduation
Every Friday night
Would dance at the Loc Mor club,
Almost until daylight.

Many of my school friends
Came out to the Loc Mor dance-hall
I did my darndest to
Dance with them all.

Then there was an announcement
This will be the last dance, you see
I asked this girl if she would have this
Last dance with me?

I met Shirley the only one for me
She taught me how to dance
We’d jitterbug until late at night
This turned into a lasting romance.

We danced to Ray Anthony
With his Toy Trumpet, Clyde McCoy
Played “When the Saints come Marching In”
Everyone was marching and leading was Clyde McCoy

Shirley and I have danced up a storm
In dance halls some large some small
In every city that we were in
Shirley and I have had a ball

We don‘t dance anymore
We would certainly want to
But due to aches and pains
Some things we just don’t do.

Now I hope we can dance
From here to eternity
Shirley, will you
Save the last dance for me?

Monte Manka, 10-01-2006