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September 13, 2016
Always in life
with all it’s stages
peaceful calm
follows pent up rages.
After fire extinguished
and flames snubbed out
when opponents left
in little doubt,
about the future
they now see
though oddly becoming
a copy of thee,
as if all they ever
aimed to choose
was to live as one
inside your shoes.
And like boxing Joeys
the fight goes on.
Inbuilt competitiveness
never gone.
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