The Handle of the Blade
It takes, at the end, to stand a lot
when scars and black eyes are
stalking eyes verdict.
Wobbling and trembling with knees
so feeble
is many a person’s end result.
Blows are thrown at the hearts of
every
Most come suddenly while some
well seen.
Both of which are aimed at you to
knock
And unfortunately none can be
dodged.
These blows are similar to all alike.
We then know what to expect likely.
A bitter truth soothly embraced
brings a sweet tune at the end of the
day.
A bed well laid before the sun dies
Reduces the itches through the dark
night.
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