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Dance Mr Bojangles DanceHe was a sad and lonely man, a man full of sorrow, His life was just a memory, no dreams of tomorrow, Spending his time dressed in baggy pants old and torn, He's still entertaining his audience, his face so forlorn, In soft shoes he will dance for you, tell you his tales, When his faithful friend died, his grief he still wails, His dance was so graceful, with wings on each shoe, He would dance from the heart, he dances for you, Dancing down in New Orleans, living hand to mouth, He would survive on promises in America's deep south, He looked at me, an expression of wisdom and pain, As he taught me of life, mine would not be in vain, He said his name was Bojangles then he danced for me, Gracefully he clicked his heels, dancing so high so free, As he gently touched down, with a laugh from his soul, He remembered his dog, when his life was still whole We remember his life, his love and sadness too, Story poetically narrated through his old soft shoe, We remember his laugh hiding that sadness of his past Dance Mr Bojangles dance, may you be happy at last My tribute to the greatest ever song and dance choreography Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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