Old Roger's Last Waltz

Old Roger danced on the edge of time,

With wrinkled face and eyes that shined,

A farmer by trade, a poet in rhyme,

His life a tale of toil and grind.

In fields of gold and skies of blue,

Where wildflowers in the wind did sway,

He sang to the birds, to the morning dew,

Each dawn brought hope, each night he’d pray.

"Old Roger's gone," the village sighed,

Beneath the willow, where memories hide.

But death, you see, is but a door,

To fields where sorrows are no more.

His hands were strong, his back was bent,

From years of work and prayers sent,

He sowed the seeds, he tilled the ground,

With love so deep, it knew no bound.

He walked the land from dawn till dusk,

His heart a compass, never brusque,

With every step, he left a mark,

A legacy in earth and bark.

The children gathered round his chair,

To hear his tales of love and care,

Of dragons slain and giants tall,

Of fairy lands and kingdoms' fall.

One day, he danced beneath the moon,

A gentle waltz, a haunting tune,

The stars above, they watched in awe,

As Roger twirled without a flaw.

His breath grew short, his steps grew light,

As shadows whispered in the night,

He knew his time was drawing near,

Yet felt no sorrow, felt no fear.

For life, you see, is but a dance,

A fleeting step, a fleeting chance,

And Roger danced with all his might,

Into the calm, eternal night.

The village wept, the willow bowed,

The wind sang soft, a mourning shroud,

But in the hearts of those who knew,

Old Roger's spirit still grew.

He lives in stories, told with glee,

In laughter, love, and memories,

In every field, in every song,

Old Roger's spirit carries on.

So when you hear the whispers soft,

In rustling leaves aloft, aloft,

Know it's Roger, dancing free,

In a land of dreams, eternally.

His death, a waltz to skies above,

A final dance, a dance of love,

Old Roger's gone, yet still he stays,

In every heart, in every way.

Remember him with smiles, not tears,

For Roger’s dance defied the years,

In every step, in every breath,

He found his life, he found his death.

So let’s all dance beneath the moon,

To Roger’s waltz, a timeless tune,

For death, you see, is not the end,

But just a step, my friend, my friend.

Old Roger's Last Waltz,

A tale to tell,

Of life and love,

And saying farewell.