Find a common push to shove
then fall to retrospection,
sliding underneath the gate,
once placed for you protection.
Backing still and fighting more
sliding towards retreat,
Am I but a trophy
that you hold in my defeat.
Can you truly conquer
that you do not understand?
You only save from falling
cause I'm reaching out my hand.
What then if I back away
hold what if my retraction,
Would it be you won the war
or battled for reaction?
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I am so proud of you - thank you for sharing your poetry - you are a wonderful son and a terrific father.
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