TallyA Poem by E.J. WalingScars of
battle. Earned. Battlefield riddled. Riddled with warriors. Warriors of life. Grizzled veterans campaigns being fought. A slash, a gash hidden from view. Scars of existence building in time. Wisdom’s cost, high. Smile, new recruits enter the fray. Fresh faced, untested cocksure nonetheless, dismissing the rest. What can they know? How sure could they be? Fresh faces and green, now entering the scene. Wave after wave. Time after time. The games now begun. They enter the battle expecting the best. Life’s battles rage on. Scars pile up. Warriors engage. Scars pile up. In the end results all the same. Wisdom’s tally Is high! © 2020 E.J. Waling |
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Added on May 21, 2020 Last Updated on May 21, 2020 AuthorE.J. WalingNHAboutE.J. Waling is considered by many in the literary community to be the Salvador Dalí of poetry. His rough-hewn unfettered style mimics the artist’s unconventional view of perceived real.. more.. |

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