Hard Times
John Vanderslice
Oh that summer with you
I clearly remember
We swimming off the Serbian coast
And you reread and you reread hard times
After the way it ended
I was bloody and bruised
I needed to find out why you cut me off
And left me for dead in Javeria
Hard times
So I lost a year
On that shaky pier
To find an answer
I searched every sentence
And ended deeper still
In hard times
