If I am pushing and you not....
We will never get this rock over the hill
The pressures of our lives is weighing down on us
Our differences, over the years, has grown in exponential form
And like a tornado, it's ripped right through everything we got
Our friendship, our marriage, our love...It ripped
Over the years, I wrote this eulogy
'My best friend is gone, and never to return again'
Today is a new day
I have found a renewed hope for a new start
Yet, as we assemble to rebuild
And pick together what’s left of our lives
You refuse to come along with me
At several points in our lives, we went different ways
But today, I want to take you back...
Back to a place in our life
Where your heart found me
When you said hello, and I said hi
And when we get there
We'll hold hands and make sure we never go different ways again
But I need you to push with me
Till we get this rock over the hill
Die hard effort to get the beloved…rock symbolically used as subtle differences that incurred separation…and dialogue in the form of …‘But I need you to push with me/Till we get this rock over the hill’...indeed very subtly metaphored...hill symbololizes rhapsodic state of romance … thanks for sharing Regards Ms. Nivedita UK
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An interesting observation. So much that can be done together remains undone. Quo Vadis. Baru Gobira