Before The Battle's Done - Poem by Patti Masterman
Other men can't save you
With their glory, or their dreams;
Other lives they'd trade you,
Not unraveled at the seams.
The human looks in others
What he cannot find in self;
He'll search through many brothers
For a spirits subtle wealth.
Other days might soothe you,
When the end of work seems come-
But to stop would not behoove you
Before the battle's done.
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