Moving . . . On
In life we travel, amble just along
singing out of key a common and familiar song.
Together we trek 'til one of us falls, moves on,
then empty pockets and all collections gone.
Where once walked a reality now just a cloud.
The image fading as it's now enshroud.
Hints and memories softly come in and out.
The pain that's left lingers long though love is about.
Facing forward first reluctance then defiance.
We find some grace upon which to build reliance.
Once again with each other traveling along.
Picking up to carry on with the hopeful song.Discussion about this post
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