Divided And Split

Do you have to do something

  you loathe or then hate

 

To finance the thing

  that you love

 

Do you plod to a tune

  out of step and off key

 

To dance freely with

  that from above

 

Do the moments you steal

  and those stolen from you

 

Stand opposed or conjoined

  at the hip

 

Are those times rare and precious

  to freely aspire

 

Worth a life lived divided

   —and split

 

(Train from White River Junction: March, 2016)

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