And there it is That slap that we discussed And was said would never come, A stinging roundhouse ***** of a thing That even half expected still hurts,
Is it the stinging pain that hurts? Or the attendant change of heart And the failure to hold to That hard won learned Body of knowledge and A system of belief?
Believe me I am big enough A straight on punch with a closed fist Is going to be absorbed And then be reacted to, Counter struck And then followed by attack
But in this I cannot, Will not counter nor attack For this is not a fight That I desire and neither is there a victory Nor a war to be won, Just sadness at losing
Once again
Sometimes we get things wrong and there is nothing we can do about it