Stepping Out ~ Philip Brent
All day long, we fought and wrestled
All night long, we talked and prayed
Drank deep, and broke all the vessels
Not a one would quit, thus we stayed
In the end, we’d each got in our licks
Blows, kisses which bruised, battered
Victory and loss laid out in tock-ticks
Hoped how we lived all that mattered
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This poem feels very real to me. I became exhausted just reading it!
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Thanks. I’m betting you’re glad it was shorter than Amelia’s garden.
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Well, I was a bit sleepy at the time so I welcomed its compactness. However, it was very concise, you said it all.
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