Can they re-discover love
After standing back to back so long?
After taking countless
measured steps
Loaded weapons drawn
Shall pistols drop
from weary hands
Returning to embrace?
Or shall they simply turn
and fire?
On the umpteenth pace
Can they re-discover love
After standing back to back so long?
After taking countless
measured steps
Loaded weapons drawn
Shall pistols drop
from weary hands
Returning to embrace?
Or shall they simply turn
and fire?
On the umpteenth pace
If anyone can give me a better title for this poem please let me know. …
Simple yet poignant.
Thank you