The Matador
In the ring of life I stand
with the bull called Time and me
Anxious crowd anticipates
of just what end they see
Alone I stand with cape and spear
And in-ev-i-ta-bil-ity
Time enraged with froth and stamp
Has set its eyes on me
It comes at me with all its might
I let my cape swing free
Angry Time again slips by
Its aim was meant for me
The crowd-the bull-the matador
Time will only see
In the end the fight will cease
And one will be set free
David Kettler
12/19/ 2019
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