ALARMING ALTERCATIONS

Peter Woodgate 

Shall we meet,

On the corner of the street?

and will we know, even though,

our visions are blurred by heavy sleet?

For, we must make our way,

through many storms that rage,

without their need to tear the page

from the book we signed.

Must we suffer with time apart,

because of each impatient heart

and selfishness with blinded eyes,

ignoring signals, silent cries,

that each of us could only see

through inward facing lenses.

 

We could talk of early years

without the tension and the tears,

remembering aspects of love

when we just smiled and rose above

the silly arguments that grew,

boring deep into each mind,

to fester, into bitterness,

it’s then we find;

unless acknowledging our stupid pride

and senseless things that cause divide,

we may be lost;

what then, the cost?   

 

Copyright Pater Woodgate