Before words could go free,
there was a Stranger In A Strange Town...

The Mountain

"We'll figure it out" isn't much of a plan,
Towards our new life together,
And little help is "We'll do what we can"
To see us through stormy weather.

(In my defence)
I spent many years with my head in the sand,
Not wanting to deal with things,
Now I walk around saying "Isn't life grand,
Whatever the future brings."

But bringing the future we want will take work,
And I must now step up to the plate,
Or I'll look at myself and say "Man, what a jerk,"
If I start when it's way too late.

So I plow through this mountain of papers so old,
Stuck here when I'd rather be there,
But once it is done and the numbers are told,
My heart will be lighter than air.
 
And I know if I'll only be true, to this glorious quest,
That my heart will lie will lie peaceful and calm...

    

4 comments:

emerald said...

Love;
I know this is not an easy time, for either of us. We each have work to do "here" and "there". As long as we see the goal of us combining our lives, then everyday, we are closer to a life together, and one day, there will no longer be a "here" or "there", it will be "our home", that is where I want to be.

Just Me said...

I hope your mountain disappears fast as it will once you put your heart, mind and soul in it and then you'll suddenly find that you are almost there and well, as GEM said, there wont be any demarcations of 'here' and 'there'.

Big a said...

my love to you both ...

Bring_Me_Out said...

you are an excellent poet love you work