My Battle
People often ask me
how I ever stood my ground,
when trouble just surrounds me
and people push me down.
I say to them (with tongue in cheek)
I'm sure my work's not done.
I may have fought the battle,
But the war is not yet won.
I will always manage
to hold my head up high.
(Even though that enables them
to better see me cry.)
Copyright © Mary Nagy | Year Posted 2005
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