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.