Iron Soldier

January 18, 2018
By , Franklin, WI

My knuckles bleed with triumph and gratitude
The blood trickling and dripping down a constant reminder
A constant beckoning and call to my soul
Like how waves always come back to the shore
Oppositions lined up against me like a firing squad
BANG BANG the guns ring out but I will never be, sawed off
Momentum is a cruel mistress and she can turn on a dime from the simplest mistake
Looking for that nick in your armor, suit up there’s too much at stake
That lack of preparation turns into preparing to fail
You can cry, sulk, moan and wail
That brick you didn’t lay just makes you pay on a later day
Lack of effort and persistence won’t bring a payday

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