There comes a time when we must choose retreat,
Denying every urge to forge ahead.
Despite our wish to press on valiantly,
We must fall back and leave the fight instead.
All pressure, expectation, and desire,
Compels our courage and our steady force,
Yet greater show of strength must be required,
To halt, declining from such steady course.
This life shall never cease it's challenges,
One ending conflict follows with the next,
And hope of finding one's survival is,
In choosing which are fought or laid to rest.
The patience we must learn oft proves to be,
The truest measure of one's bravery.
Written by: Larry Sansone. In order to hone my writing skills (and for my own silly amusement) I am launching the O.C.P. Project: one poem per day for one year. I started the project on Jan.1, 2011 and completed the last poem on Jan. 1, 2012. Poems will be posted daily, whenever possible.
7/1/11
