Every Day's A Tug Of War Poem by Mark Heathcote

As one foot steps in front-of-another
the beating heart perceives every journey
a fight over right and wrong - together
in-tandem, act as a trial attorney.
The courtroom mind never closes its doors
here, there are never any adjournments,
just walks down long-forgotten corridors;
pets and people - how many lost remnants
every day, a tug of war, an appeal
to the bar, please grant me some mercy.
Show me clemency isn't life a raw deal,
life with a human conscience; it's balmy.
But then again, when we fall in love, its
magic and also wonderful - all omit.