geroge Medina

The Trade - Poem by geroge Medina

To trade our love for friendship
Is trading away platinum first place
for a bronze third place
It is a demotion from CEO to slave
It fills me with disgrace
As a last option, do i really have a choice?
Don't slaves use their voice
To fight for freedom?
Is it sometimes better
To be last place and proud
than third with a petty small bronze trophy
Confused, I cry out loud
I cannot accept such a downgrade
Maybe it's easier to walk away
Then to befriend you
as if noting happened between us
Still, I am without clue
I don't want to loose you
But knowing you as a mere friend
can lead to my end
And not knowing you at all
can also cause my fall
Either way, I loose

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Poem Submitted: Friday, October 10, 2008

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