Certain almosts

Most of your almosts
I know of
have such beauty to them...
And to those I bow,
for they are born of love.

Back then,
kinda trudging through the woods
of man's mind
at the end one gets to find
that the call of an old song
was way too strong.

And now,
against many odds
and things beyond repair
I see you try just a small bit
to be as sweet
as those of yore
as though you were never
like that before.

Begins yet another year
and I hear
you say that in two things
lives the same care
as lovingly as ever,
as freshly as springs.

18/03/2020