You may dance with me Death but my dance card is full. You’ll have to wait Death till I’ve danced with them all. 

My dance card is full Death, from top to bottom. I have a new perspective Death, but you won’t be forgotten. 

You see my first dance is with Life, a tango we’ll tread. I owe Life a dance Death, you’ll not convince me I’m better off dead. 

Second is Love, we’ll turn as we waltz into the night. Love lifts me above you Death, he had me at first sight. 

Now the lindy hop is playing and Compassion holds out its hand. Compassion is fierce Death, more than you can withstand. 

Intimacy calls when he hears the salsa beat. It’s hold is far more gentle Death, than yours that smacks of defeat. 

The last on my card is Self Acceptance. It’s the hardest by far but we manage to dance. No music is playing but the song is loud. It’s shout is stronger than you Death and for that now I’m proud. 

Eventually I know Death, your turn will come about. Yes Death we’ll mambo or foxtrot no doubt. But till then Death let me be certain, there are so many dances before you close the curtain.