It’s always them. You know, the “they”
Who find true love and make it stay —
You see them, strolling in the park,
Or hear them laughing, in the dark —
It’s always them. In perfect twos,
Not out here, being forced to choose
Between two losers: hope and chance.
The ideal date for every dance —
This puzzle, life, that they have solved?
It’s possible there’s work involved,
And what seems effortless takes sweat,
And nights upon a parapet —
I guess by now I ought to know:
The way’s not in some post, or show,
For it is time that makes a gem —
And clearly — think — they were not always
“Them”
Very wise!
Hmm…. something none of us should ever forget. Wonderfully written. 🙂
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Yes, yes, yes. This was a perfect post for me today. Thanks.