Man to ManA Poem by Ben RobinsonHe said lets sort this, Man to man…He didn’t know what was right, At the end of the tunnel there wasn’t light, He was tired of the bright limelight, But he knew he wouldn’t go down without a fight, He’d fight for his best friend, But for some reason, in the end, He just wouldn’t get noticed, He’d smile, and in his head, silently protest.
In his room there played a haunting symphony, While he had a daunting epiphany, You’re your own worst enemy, But best remedy, so he looked in the mirror, And he said, let’s sort this, Man to man…
Sleepless nights crying on the floor, But, he told himself, who’s keeping score? He wasn’t there when his friends needed him, Because his sightlines became dim, When something bad happened, he wouldn’t say, So he wouldn’t have to pay, When no one believed a word from his mouth, He could become his own Sabaoth,
And he said lets sort this, Man to man… © 2018 Ben RobinsonAuthor's Note
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