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.’
