Clashing Concluded Poem by Doug Blair

School of snappy answers

Diploma on the wall

No one gets the better

When my rancour is on call.

Argument I master

Ridicule a pro

Just how bad they get to look

They really just don’t know.

Hence I get a hearing

Hence my views prevail

Arguers all receive a dose

And quickly they turn tail.

But I seem so tired

Fight has lost its thrill

Haven’t liked this in myself

No, and never will.

What a reputation

“Don’t cross swords with him.”

Oh to find some peace,

Accord and gentleness within.

Christ I hear you calling

Sermon on the HIll

Strange contentment beckons me

Can I change; I will.