Walking Away
When done
When’s the right time? Is there a sign
A time and warning, it is done
A time to pack and never come back
And move on as a man on the run
It feels like breathing underwater.
Harder than climbing uphill
A change in the pace of the human race
Past living but too hard to kill
Inexorable effort and energy
Determination and diatribe
The ins and outs and shouting bouts
Blame moved, and hard to ascribe
I don’t know if you can remember
Memory is selective and critical too
Is there a version without conversion
And is truth lost out in the blue
Is convection the heat that’s rising
Is the atmosphere too thick to cut
Are the arguments counter-productive
Are we caught in a rut
We may never know the answer.
We must get up and walk away
It takes guts and determination
When it’s far too hard to stay
Acceptance may be painful.
We were then walking the country mile.
Loss is a newfound opportunity.
When tears can turn into a smile
Stay for a while and end up in a pile
Or catch the very next train
And never look back down the long lonely track
It’s the time never to come back
©
David Rudder
Yesteryear
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