What Now?
Where do we
go from here?
Three long
years for you, I have worked
Running here and there.
Three
years, but I complained nary a word.
“Stay in
the truck, Chief.”
I wasn’t
willing with your life to pay that due.
But after I
saved your life,
Thank you,
I never heard from you.
You kept saying “Fix it.”
But
wouldn’t tell me what was wrong.
I did my
best, bit by bit.
All you did
was complain it took so long.
Now for
you, I have died,
Drowned in
the fountain, but you called me back,
Barnes in
jail abides,
But can we
go forward, or to before, do we go back?
