Post
that wooden post was a mistake
but year and year it stayed
it was a hole on the road,
not their's to make
into anything new
or to remake something old
it got sturdier
it was seen
kids planted flowers
but it leaned
he found it
he took it home and lay her there
she felt safer
just a bit
she was lonely
it was all he could see
so they made a pact
'You don't hurt you, I won't hurt me.'
she was his cane
some days she balanced him
some days he balanced her
she was nothing special, plain
they never really needed it
oh but they did
they never really wanted it
but it was right
that post became a walking stick
to a toy to a cane
to a walker to a friend to a refuge
then back to that lane
and while they parted
she knew deep in her heart
they were both happy
not where they started
but year and year it stayed
it was a hole on the road,
not their's to make
into anything new
or to remake something old
it got sturdier
it was seen
kids planted flowers
but it leaned
he found it
he took it home and lay her there
she felt safer
just a bit
she was lonely
it was all he could see
so they made a pact
'You don't hurt you, I won't hurt me.'
she was his cane
some days she balanced him
some days he balanced her
she was nothing special, plain
they never really needed it
oh but they did
they never really wanted it
but it was right
that post became a walking stick
to a toy to a cane
to a walker to a friend to a refuge
then back to that lane
and while they parted
she knew deep in her heart
they were both happy
not where they started