Do I fight for right and principle
or just rest upon my laurels?
Must I always watch my ass
if I would prefer to eye the sorrels?
Can I not question my decisions
if I never doubt my morals?
May I serve myself a quiet meal
without arguments or quarrels?
Or will I set sail upon a stormy sea
or remain in port amidst the plurals?
~Jack Downing~
Feb. 28, 2017
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Now this is one of the most intriguing poems you’ve written, leaving me with more questions than answers. Precisely the point, right?
I don’t always have a purpose, when I begin to write. Sometimes it just happens to turn out that way! This was one of those times. I am happy that you found it intriguing Audrey, thank you.