The War

For many years I fought a war
but never vanquished me
for every attack plan I made,
there in defence I’d be.
Mayhaps I should surrender;
accept victory and defeat.
Perhaps we can live in peace
if we let ourselves just meet.
I might even start to like him
we’ve fought for all these years;
and maybe if we work together
we can forget all of life’s fears.

About a foolhardy florilegium

Nullius addictus iurare in verba magistri, quo me cumque rapit tempestas, deferor hospes.
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1 Response to The War

  1. Kellie says:

    Well written, I think I have this same war that goes on!

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