La Lutte (The Struggle) Poem by Matt Mooney
La Lutte (The Struggle)
A generation has slipped away-
But they are not to be forgotten.
What of their unfinished plans
And paths they left untrodden;
Men who lived alone, or not,
Striving under slate or thatch;
What of all their daily dreams,
Their games of mix and match;
A vigil against losing ground,
The ebbing of the tide of time;
Battles fought- all for nought,
Ruined cottages and castles fine.
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5/5/2024 8:59:43 PM # 1.0.0.1119
battle fought...all for nought,10++, beautiful write by imagery.,