(c) 2018 Edward York
When we met we were so full of life,
But we were both so young.
We did not know what would be ahead,
Our journey had just begun.
The challenges would come our way,
We would conquer every one.
We would put each task behind us,
With the feeling that we won.
Each battle sought to test our skill,
They brought us a new demand,
But we could beat them every one,
As we stood hand in hand.
Money was always in short supply,
But somehow we would make do.
We managed to build a home,
And raise a family too.
But now our life has slowed a lot,
But our scars illustrate our past.
We still have battles that we win,
We just can't do it as fast.
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lasergraph (
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Nice one sir. I tried to write something similar and your writing brought this to mind.
Maybe you'll find "it aint our summer" i published on here earlier this year has many similarities.
I really enjoyed your piece. Long may you and yours win all those battles ahead.
I will go and check it out, thanks for the heads up.
Those battles have been won , yes they are still there but even the battles are slower. Good write.
I am thankful for the slower battles. I have yet to understand how time can pass so fast and yet seem so slow. Defies logic.
Ah - loud applause for this warm and lighthearted look at the best way to meet trials Steve - - wishing you many more moments of wining those battles.
Very warm thanks. The battles always seem to keep coming.
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