We Tug and Pull Each Other
We tug and pull each other
There’s never rest between
The ropes we pull are bruising
Sometimes they make us mean
We never rest between
The night and sun rising
Sometimes we act so mean
And yet we keep on climbing
With night and sun rising
We pass our days together
We always keep on climbing
Our promise lasts forever
These days we pass together
Sometimes they’re not so smooth
But this bond still lasts forever
My heart your tears do soothe
Sometimes things aren’t so smooth
Rose stems are filled with thorns
But hearts and tears they soothe
They sound like heaven’s horns
It’s hurtful when we feel
The ropes we pull are bruising
But our love no one can steal
As we tug and pull each other
for my son
©2013
Posted on November 18, 2013, in Poetry and tagged bond, father, life, love, mind, pain, poem, poet, poetry, son, soul, Wilson Santos, words. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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