Back at the start
Funny how life is
A series of finish
Lines whether we run
In a circle or
A line there’s always
A start and finish
At this point in
My life I think
That I’ll walk for
I have learned that
How quickly I get
There is of much
Less importance than that
I get there eventually
Go ahead and run
I prefer to stroll
Enjoying things I pass
It’s not that it’s
Over that bothers me
It’s the picking up
Of all the pieces
This thing of yours
That thing of mine
And what to do
With the things that
Are ours when ours
Is no longer a
Thing and remains nowhere
Where exactly is nowhere
Oh right I know
I’m smack dab in
The middle of it
Love is vast it’s
Abundant and delicious and
Full except when pain
Is involved when either
The heart breaks or
The heart aches both
Requiring time for either
Healing or for waiting
Both of which we
Must always endure alone
If love was based
On what rather than
Who then why where
And when wouldn’t exist
Between now and then
Most things happen then
Wherever now and then
Is whether it’s very close
Or very far all
The things are the
Things that make up
Your life it’s the
Between between now and
Then where you live
The now and end
Are simply the beginning
And the finish of
That part of life
Now ready set go
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 