Eighty

Sometimes you can play, she'll try but she won't, leads ife like a game, now that's she's tight, she'll navigate alone, only keep what's right, maybe feel again, her winter bones, what'll come this way, like the summer light, with hardly a sound, except a gentle why, live it only one way, bearing her wounds, everyone feels pain, where there's coming night, the same in every war, when peace is in sight, who can ever say, who will stay or fall, it's good to move away, others carry on.