A rock, a hard place, an impossible choice
A voice of reason or one of despair?
The stark realisation that you have no voice
As you concede defeat on a road to nowhere.

Around in circles your thoughts and feelings
The pro’s and cons continually revisited
Over and over, back and forth, looking for solutions but with options limited.

Between the Devil and the deep blue sea
A rock and a hard place is all you can see
Both in the future and the here and now,
How did all this suddenly come about?

It was eons of time that caught us out
We never envisaged the drastic changes
Growing old was no longer a doubt, in
minds not prepared for the later stages

A rock, the devil and the deep blue sea
In such situations we prefer not to be
However, it seems inevitable to me,
that a hard place is all we can hope to see

The Urban Poet 2019