CG Express

We don’t think we can do it another day,
Another week,
But we will.
Plodding along, telling ourselves,
Round the next bend,
Dance a little on good days,
Drag our feet on bad,
Step by measured step,
Keep pressing on to reach the end of the road,
the destination and,
With each footfall,
we leave behind something,
Don’t need that,
Can’t carry that,
Lost that,
Until,
I fear,
What is left,
Is not enough,
Or we don’t remember,
Or we don’t care,
if we find it again.
Today may be the only chance.
Tomorrow forgotten.