Invariably they were linked
Joined as par-for-the-course
woven to cover,
keep out cold:
…and then, the gaps grew –
more and more apparent –
these days that once
held together
now let too much through
What’s left?
What remains?
Not enough
Never enough.
editors note:
A new coat, or warmer climes? How much do you like that coat? – mh clay
Comments 1
I dig this poem because I can relate 100%. “Plus ça change, plus c’est la même chose.”