We lived, we laughed,
sometimes we cried.
I can’t recall what we may,
have missed along the way.
So many memories,
now to fill the time.
Should I pause to try,
to recall them all, or
sit and ponder,
what wasn’t chosen.
We couldn’t do it all.
I’m sure parts,
were done all wrong, and
others missed entirely.
There was no way to know,
what rightness was,
or righteousness meant.
Action, oh action,
was the sole force.
Just the two of us,
you and me,
and later on,
sometimes three.
Holding on tight,
a balancing act,
as if perched precariously,
upon a two-legged stool,
with arms embraced,
afraid to let go.
I ask you now,
looking back,
what more,
could we have done?
No real need,
to sit and dwell.
Just a nagging question,
to briefly raise.
A little pause,
to rest a spell,
then twist and pivot,
and turn and face,
the forward motion,
and try and catch the . . . .
Any thoughts?