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In preparation for an invasion A military force makes sorties To their opponent’s barriers And prods to spark response In the responses Defensive elements are exposed Defenders are never sure What constitutes a **** Or the tsunami of attack When the big push comes There are shocks and surprises There is resolve and bravery There is fear There is capitulation There is desolation and loss These shadows play similarly for us The world prods us into middle age Leaves us unsure with each surprise Is this one just a little challenge Is this the thin edge of the wedge of catastrophe We, our weaknesses exposed We, our defences to redouble We, oh joyous recipients of a moment’s respite Can regroup and recite unto ourselves Henry’s Saint Crispin’s day speech Before another sun rises Yes, others shall think themselves accursed That they were not here in my shoes To have overcome that hellish Tuesday traffic To have resolved the late-night call from elderly parents To have dried the hard-fought tears Of a beleaguered friend Who found their last and final reserves were too thin too little too depleted to cope.
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Apr 18, 2017
Apr 18, 2017 at 10:58 PM UTC
Battles Hardfought
In preparation for an invasion A military force makes sorties To their opponent’s barriers And prods to spark response In the responses Defensive elements are exposed Defenders are never sure What constitutes a **** Or the tsunami of attack When the big push comes There are shocks and surprises There is resolve and bravery There is fear There is capitulation There is desolation and loss These shadows play similarly for us The world prods us into middle age Leaves us unsure with each surprise Is this one just a little challenge Is this the thin edge of the wedge of catastrophe We, our weaknesses exposed We, our defences to redouble We, oh joyous recipients of a moment’s respite Can regroup and recite unto ourselves Henry’s Saint Crispin’s day speech Before another sun rises Yes, others shall think themselves accursed That they were not here in my shoes To have overcome that hellish Tuesday traffic To have resolved the late-night call from elderly parents To have dried the hard-fought tears Of a beleaguered friend Who found their last and final reserves were too thin too little too depleted to cope.
#life#challenge#strength
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Apr 18, 2017
Apr 18, 2017 at 10:58 PM UTC
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