You Must Learn To Love It Poem by Mark Heathcote

The world is a bitter foe
You must learn to love it.
"Boys as a man" as ye grows.
As your faculties, fade.

Each battle, henceforth…
Toe to toe, until…
All that remains is'
The husks of a cartridge shell.

That says "Dignity and Strength"
Was once the root of an oak?
But now there's just an acorn…
Meters away from its empty cup.

Yes, the tree of life has fallen, wallop!
But give it faith child - it'll shape up
Life and death, boy
It's just a hiccup.