Good Work

Good Work

It's a simple strife.

To lose,

To love,

To move.

Walking from a dark night 

To a warm-lit room.

The slate wiped clean,

With no warning.

Only choosing forgiveness

Each time. 

Maybe the good times

Have really gone past. 

We can never be together again.

You leave early now on holidays, and

We've made up our minds on which road to take.

As old friends appear new

I only long to know them now. 

Just when I believe 

It can't be mended

I see there are priceless things

That have been broken

And fixed again. 

Reformed, but not quite replaced

The good work can still be done, 

Today, tomorrow.

From yesterday's plans.

I'll tend, I'll make, I'll

Remember.

The Good Work is a step forward,

With you I hope,

From once distant tracks.