Stepping Out ~ Philip Brent

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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  1. This poem feels very real to me. I became exhausted just reading it!


    1. Thanks. I’m betting you’re glad it was shorter than Amelia’s garden.

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      1. 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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