An Old Struggle. A long and lasting ache

Sun slants in the window
There’s waking in your eyes
A few moments without sorrow
No remembrance. No reliving
Then Like a wave on a sharp rock breaking
This long and lasting aching
settles in

It is an old struggle.
It has always been with us.
It is with us now again.
Ankle deep in the drifts of a bitter long winter.
Seems foolish to think on the spring
Like Mother Mary beset by Good Friday
alone at the end of the day.
its an old struggle
This long and lasting ache

The doors are closing
one by one
The toll its taking
can’t be undone
as familiar as heartbreaking
The long and lasting aching
comes again

It’s an old struggle.
It’s always been with us.
It’s with us now again.
Neck deep in the mess of the big muddy muddy
It don’t matter if you can swim
It’s a high wire act
It’s a complex bouquet
It’s a bitter herb that you learn to embrace.
its an old struggle
This long and lasting ache

This must end, and this too shall end, and all things are passing away
I hope there’s one grain of sand that Is
one that Was
One grain of sand that is yet to come.
one match to strike, one candle to light
silhouettes in this drafty old cave
its and old struggle
this long and lasting ache