The Day Before Tomorrow

Eight years ago their future flipped to grim,
and indications swerved from cheer to drear.
Survival was a staggered path for him,
and her defense was blocking thoughts that veer
to future – thorny, edged with fall and fear.
The road ahead was grievous, and the way
too steep (for that’s how distant hills appear).
The tactic served for then, but not today.

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