They bicker, ALL the while.
If one says the sky is grey, the other will insist it's blue.
It's almost like a glass half-filled-half-empty story...
That it is, a Story, Beautiful in parts,
sometimes, just sometimes - it's tinged with the Blues.
But it is unraveling before my eyes,
like Time itself - a Force to be reckoned with...
I've seen them toddle into their teenage years,
And the journey to Adulthood is a long one,
But I have no fear - as long as they walk this path alongside each other...
They will toddle into Old Age Together.
