Youth loves war
But outlasts war's wide compass
As personal irritants begin to nag.
When it gets beyond the war
The nagging just gets worse.
Some say nagging would not have occurred
Unless there was a war.
Warriors say that Love is War
And that Love's outlasted,
As irritants begin to nag.
Whichever,
The fighting goes on to the end
(Unlike the brief flourishment
After the desert storm,
The youthful storm
Gives lifelong nourishment) .
As this is where we have to live,
Any wonder why
In war we choose to die.
Rolling in it,
Warriors say,
'Buckle up! for Eternity! '
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