This poem is about how occasionally in life, there are times when you just have to start again.
‘We just don’t know
What we must do
To change what we have done.
You say it’ll be the end of you,
And I feel that way too.’
‘Let’s start again, let’s start again
As if we had just met.
Let’s see each other with those eyes
As we saw ourselves before.
Let us enjoy that former view
We had when our eyes were new.’
‘Where then are we to go
To find ourselves again?’
‘Don’t talk of Paris or of Rome,
Or anywhere we´ve been.
The healing comes from deep within
Not from a change of scene.
Paris will manage very well
If we’re not by the Seine.’
‘Rome will not miss
A couple of coins
In the fountain then.´
‘Let’s walk along the Thames, my love,
Where we have walked before.
There’s a path right by the river there,
A path so clear to see.
It’s far the best way on for us.
Let’s follow it you and me.’
‘We´ll see again the pair of swans
That swim against the flow.
That’s the place to walk along
That’s the place to go.’
‘Let’s start back by the Thames again
And see the swans once more,
Paddling with purpose against the stream
Which flows with a will downhill to the sea,
Minute after minute, year after year,
With no hesitation or deviation at all.
Even the towpath knows where it must go.
Amidst such intent to carry on
We’ll see the way ahead.’