Remembering the Fifties At the Bridge
Remembering The Fifties
At The Bridge
By: Tom
3/7/2020
Few things sped adrenaline flow like thoughts of failing,
and for any without a plan the night was paling.
Alternate plans were handy when about to be bettered,
but you can’t put down tracks when your psyche is fettered.
In youth the end result was often difficult to envision,
so an alternate fight plan was just a first plan revision.
Once our mind was settled on the plan that we’d use,
the possibility still existed, that we could win, yet lose.
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