Between the Rocks and Hard Places
By Tom King
It's
time we got used to the idea
That
soft ways and easy climbs
Will
not be the way of it tomorrow,
Today
nor even in the twice gone times.
I'd
hoped I'd not get old someday
But
someday came despite me
And
my best efforts to pretend it wasn't coming.
No
matter that the time with you passed so lightly.
I never
planned an ending for us,
Not
from the day we met, I had always ever
Believed
an exception would be made,
That,
at the end, we would surely leave together.
Now,
come down to it, we stumble in the gathering mist
Toward
the foggy ending of our little races.
Tripping
over rocks; pulled down by time and gravity,
To
wedge us here,
Between
the rocks and the hard places.
© 2014 by Tom King
