Maybe the ones I know,
Have moved on down the road;
To walk, in the other's shoes…
Maybe they have left my sight?
Off on a different fight.
Looking to make their stain with history…
Brandishing swords swung with mighty blows.
Their - Battles fought on the pitch of green; and other hues.
Finding Victory -
There to walk, in the other's shoes…
Screams echoing in the night…
From red blood spilled from their fight,
Slowly sopping back to the earth,
Returning where, we are all from…
Though I shall march on!
Till my journeys end,
Tightly secured, in your loving arms.
Finding Victory…
T. Plotz
Finding Victory
24 February 2020
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