By and By

This too shall pass.
Gas, grass or ass.
On the road to find
What we can't unwind.

The path, a constant stream
Of men who've fallen in a dream.
Fighting to be men.
Those against, the same again.

Now they walk and pine
Past houses, all tree lined.
Throats are thirsty
Mouths are dry

Only one to wonder why.
She is waiting.
She is tired.
Postulating, her eyes show wild.

Comes a stranger along the way.
Words of comfort.
Songs to play.
She is humming

In her solace.
He is mumbling
For the Lord
To call us.

Go on horseback
Or on foot,
With a shoulder rucksack
And a soldier's boot.

12/8/25

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