The Reaping

You missed the sickness
Missed the flat tyres
Your son's new love
Is burning like a wild fire

Cuppa in the sunshine
Impromptu dinners
Long discussions
Our patience growing ever thinner

Sometimes it might feel like we're each discrete colours on a map
But I tell you from up here it doesn't make one iota of a difference
And on the ground we're all just hurtling towards the same end
Somewhere along the line our colours all start to blend

You've spent so long
Counting all the things that you've been missing
A phantom memory
Don't waste all of your years on reminiscing

And the saddest thing of all
I won't let a single tear fall
This was your doing

Finally you can see
You're the only one who stands to be
Losing out

What a tragedy of your own doing
What a tragedy of your own choosing

This is the reaping
This is the reaping
This is the reaping
You reap what you sow



Credits
Writer(s): Ange Tuffnell
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