Two Men Forsaken

Two Men Forsaken (Apology to Robert Frost) Two men quarreled on a lonely street, To see them argue mad me sad. It wasn’t by accident that they should meet And glare at each other from head to feet. It was obvious that both were mad; One hit the other in center face, And blood trickled from the wounded nose The victim wiped the blood upon his clothes; And both hearts fluttered at tremendous pace. In defiance, the assailant froze. And suddenly, the injured one had a gun, And pointed it at his attacker’s head. The latter stood ground and did not run; Because the former was the latter’s son. The trigger was pulled—the father was dead I am telling this with much dismay Because I witnessed this and have regret. Somewhere years and years from today, I’ll sit quietly and try to pray; And that will hopefully make me forget.