How For?

A farmer and his long time wife look back and to the future

How Far?

We wandered thro' vast fields of years

You and I with no direction clear;

Yoked, mindless mules, ignorant of the pain

We pulled the plow for another man's gain

Willingly to the traces we stood

Never living the life that we could

No comfort was given one to another

From the barn to the fields no word did we utter

Faithful to the master's grudging hand

We halted in silence to receive the fiery brand

"How far will we pull this damn plow?" you asked

"To the grave, my dear... then a little past

                                           

                                Phillip Strange 

Author's Note

My first attempt, so tear into it