David Fields

Chance - Poem by David Fields

We met like tigers,
All fighting for a reason,
All those things are spoken,
As we fight,
The dance of death,
We are the wise fools,
We strike a million times,
But only hit once,
We are friends,
Comrades in arms,
For reasons that seem,
At best, foolish now,
We were enemies,
Hated by each other,
But now we're friends.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, May 5, 2010

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