Good Fight

I crawled when I was a child

I marveled at the whole wild

That's why when I caught a

      falling tear

I knew that one by one we

      get by year

So sending you away in the cold

We braved and stayed until we're old

When just in time we stepped alight

The sound it dropped impacts all right

Nevertheless lured by the sight

Its brooding consequence is recondite

      Loved, endeared, desensitized

Because one enemy to belong

      Beloved, endured, disguised

                 An anomie yearlong!

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