Station dance. Bomber Command 1943

Station dance. Bomber Command 1943

Multi-line poem describing a station dance.

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STATION DANCE. BOMBER COMMAND 1943

Laughter, dancing and wine
Toast at youth’s sacrificial shrine
Youth’s melody, loves the theme
Music to make magic a golden dream
Capture moment’s sublime
From old Father time
Faster, faster, dancers swing
Louder, louder, music ring
Lest we should hear the fear
Ever whispering in the ear
And what though youth’s kisses be stale
From wine and ale
When in the eyes shines paradise?
Tomorrow who knows?
Life’s golden chalice which now we hold so tight
May ere another night
Fall from lifeless finger-tips
And shatter forever, ere our lips
Can taste again happiness that glows
When youth’s wine flows

We who so much give
Tonight our birthright
Is to LIVE’