Summer’s gonna come
and the days will get long.
Sun rises early this far North
and sends its light
long into the night.
The streetlights don’t come on
until late
and we’re gonna wonder
what to do with all the days,
but sometimes
we have to realize
the time is borrowed.
We can work
and reap our share
and we can do
things to prepare.
Life’s a cycle,
this much I know.
We have hands
for holding on,
and hearts
for letting go.
Seasons change,
like cities on the road.
Always a new place to explore.
I could put pins
all over the globe,
but none of that matters, anymore.
I’ve written words for every day,
and I still don’t know
what to say.
Am I getting older,
or am I just getting old?
It feels like both,
I suppose.
The older I get,
the more I know,
we have hands
for holding on,
and hearts
for letting go.
I love you more
than you will ever know.
I spend my days
thinking of ways to show
you the love
you deserve
and more,
another summer
is just around the corner.
I pray the days
find us somewhere new.
Some adventure,
some perfect view
of the world
before it gets too hard
for us to ignore our scars.
I’ll hold you close,
and tell you that I know
God gave us hands
for holding on,
and hearts
for letting go.
HG – 2022
