Tether – a song

So, there I was

at the end of my tether

looking backwards

no more forwards

and not concerned about

the weather.


Now it may rain

or the Sun might shine,

the skies become the colour

of elderberry wine;

but, I don’t care

what is up there,

I’ve reached the end of the line …

the end of my tether.


And at the very end

I’ll turn to you, my friend,

as you watch me cry,

and I’ll say ‘Goodbye.’

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