Fighting A Hard Fight Poem by Peter Strugnell

He'll take the long way home tonight,
as he's late then there's less time to fight,
he'll have a drink to dull the senses,
he'll build no bridges but maybe a few fences!

There's a pain and sadness behind the eyes,
there's mistrust too and surely lies,
he doesn't want to argue but it soon takes hold,
he's so cruel, and she's so cold!

It's everyday, yes everyday,
he struggles to keep his feet.
it's everyday, yes everyday,
he staggers on down the street.
and no-one at all, no no-one at all's
gonna listen to his plight,
'coz don't you know, that everyone,
is fighting a hard fight.

It never stops and he's so tired of this,
his hand is clenched, clenched like a fist,
what he's going through no-one seems to understand,
his house of hapiness, is a nightmare as it stands!

There's a storm approaching the horizon's black,
he's got to carry a monkey on his back,
he ain't stupid he can read the signs,
he's got his problems, but I've got mine!

It's everyday, yes everyday,
he struggles to keep his feet.
it's everyday, yes everyday,
he staggers on down the street.
and no-one at all, no no-one at all's
gonna listen to his plight,
'coz don't you know, that everyone,
is fighting a hard fight.