Along A Road Through Hilly Times

When he was in a groove, she was in a rut.
And he said "and", but she said "but".
His day was funny; hers was absurd.
He saw her as half; she felt like a third.
He understood; she said he was rude.
He made love, but she got screwed
—along a road.

Along A Road Through Hilly Times

Bob Komives

Along a road through hilly times
fate sometime turns around.

Then he fell into a rut; she got into her groove.
He did nothing right; she had nothing to prove.
His day was a nightmare; hers let her expand.
He stood barefoot on burs; she played in the sand.
He felt shackled below; she walked free and above.
He got screwed, but she made love
—along a road.

Along a road through hilly times
fate sometime turns around.

So as he bled from burs, she sank in her sand.
As he suffered shackles; she forgot where to stand.
His day was bad; hers again was absurd.
He had nothing to say; she chose the wrong word.
Each felt misunderstood; both acted rude.
They did not make love; but they did get screwed
—along a road.

Along a road through hilly times
fate sometime turns around.

Now they do most things right -with little to prove.
He left his rut; she found her old groove.
They are holding tight to this hilly time.
His day was better; her day was fine.
Freed from their shackles, they walk together above.
Free and at ease, they now both make love
—along a road.

Along a road through hilly times
fate again may turn around.

Along their road through hilly times
they may never see a better way.

Yet, on this road —with ruts behind— 

their grooves grew a bit deeper today.

Bob Komives :: Fort Collins © 1996 :: Along a Road Through Hilly Times :: ,9601