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?
Feb. 28, 2017
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.