You Don't Get to Go

You don't recognize yourself, or the bottles on the bathroom shelf you search for words,
and curse the hand you got dealt
It was a poetic attempt, I wouldn't call it a try
when you went down to the pond, no note, to cold slip through thin ice
You don't get to go out your own way You don't get to choose
What you spare me
Between you and the kids, I've been lifting, cleaning, Feeding and bending for over
twenty years now
We
might be standing here at the end of our world
but there's beauty in knowing, closure you owe to your girls
You don't get to go out your own way You don't get to choose
What you spare me
So let go of how it'll get worse, remember I signed up for the work
We'll find drops of
goodness, so many to make it worth it
Holding each other in the quiet light
bird watching, skywatching, sunsets and moon rise
You don't get to go out your own way You don't get to choose
What you spare me
I know you're afraid of be
coming your own ghost Afraid I know, but you don't get to go
Afraid I know, but you don't get to go