JH (January 4,1931 / a citizen of the world)

Argument Resolved

I was a feisty fisted lad
who'd fight at the dropp of a hat.
With something to prove I'd blazon on
regardless of this, or that.

My tempered sword was always drawn
more often than my pen.
With something to prove I'd blazon on
not caring for why, or when.

Late in the day I sheathed my sword
to pick up my unused pen.
With nothing to prove I must concede
it's easier now, than then.

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‘O the maturation and growth from ill-tempered youth to wise old man, you capture it so. How wonderful this poem is Jerry.
Sooner or later we all learn the pen is mightier...that or we die...Coach
Well-done poem, I think most of trust to the pen as sword in life over other choices. At least, I prefer to think so, though, sometimes I am proved wrong.
very poignant. its true that when you're young arguments seem easily solved by your fists but as you grow older you realize the value of words. nice poem. :)
a good message. is this really you? well im just glad that you can see what you're doing. what i mean is that a quick tempered person does not have to be so quick if only they can see the problem fully. never mind. i enjoyed this poem thank you. im a fan for the rhymers.
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