the pot of gold

so hard
they worked
together.
both with good jobs,
the endless
pressure.
the infidelities
and remorse,
the moving on.
the kids
came and went.
the pets,
the years.
the house got
larger,
the dust collected,
the paint
peeled.
the rugs wore
out. pictures
on the wall
yellowed.
in the end,
gray,
and bent
with their pot
of gold in hand,
hard won,
they shook
their heads and
looked at one
another, and said,
what was that
all about?