Although initially intended only for the perusal of a friend, I allowed several colleagues to view this little ditty, and they seemed to like it, so I decided to put it here as well.
Long-time partners, yet angry still,
caught in a dance as wounded will,
can’t leave the floor, each gesture hard,
hurts inflicted by a jagged shard,
yet still they move, each step familiar
old critics each, now a heart killer,
afraid to part and friendship slay,
but for each one they cannot stay,
so now old goals must be forgot,
a new tangent for Fate to plot,
it’s time to let old music fade,
and find a new song to be played.