Life Has Been Too Long
Life has been too long to scrutinise each step.
Each climb, each fall, each trip, each slip.
Yes, there were good times there. Somewhere.
Too tired now, to retrace plans,
To frame the dreams that would-have-been,
if not for all the shite that fell between.
Unsung songs drowned out by noisy streams
Flowing under bridges never danced on.
Unspoken words repeated in the dark of night
On pillows wet with tears
Too many times you reach out for her hand
But only find a bottle
Yes, there will be good times there. Somewhere.
And life has been too long
Without her.