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