Stronger Than Death

We argued until the cows came home and lived in a city Hardly ever even agreed to disagree and never budged an inch There was always an If and or definite But and resolute No Your hair is too long and untidy In frazzled jeans you look like a hobo When you are my age you’ll know I am right Grow up I don’t not like your attitude So many points to state and so few dots in a full circle of Arguments discussion battles and irreconcilable opinions I do not approve of the fact that you are a General Soldiers are potential murderers in uniform Put a peace dove onto your epaulettes then We’ll find common ground olive branches But our common terrain was trenches and warfare No white flags around as if to prove belligerent cries Bayonets of reason and treason to each other’s cause Hypocrite and irredeemable bigot that is who you are Renegade idealism does not grant bread on our plates As long as you put your young feet under my table … Age is not an achievement and youth is no crime Strangely enough there was ingrained disrespectful respect and Some sort of approval and commendation and strange kind of love We could see but not admit how the opponent got their acclaim While I sought to put bouquets of flowers into heavy gun’s barrels You were proud of my resilience and spoke highly of me to your friends The truth that we fought our relentless struggles showed higher regard As the inscription on your marble head stone grows tireless moss While I slowly approach an urn of quiet reprieve to hold my own ashes And the world still explodes and bursts at seams and with violent themes I bring some poppies and daisies to your grave with no hidden agenda And wish for the many apologies when Sorry is more than a phrase Maybe a kiss on your skull and bones deep down and below Comes never too late and for once we share intimate concern I scribe a memorial and know we will sign our treaty at last 07th December 2019