Into the day without an opponent Oh where's the feeling for victory without and enemy Why even the one who gets ahead of me in line or the one who beats me to my pace or who accidentally rips my page are not enemies merely strangers pests whom I'd like to tread on and casually brush away I ought to do what brother John did chop down tress or should I pick my fight with words and become a poet?
Irwin R. Shaw - November 13th 1985
Into the Opponent
Into the day
without an opponent
Oh where's the feeling for victory
without and enemy
Why even
the one who gets ahead of me in line
or the one who beats me to my pace
or who accidentally rips my page
are not enemies
merely strangers
pests
whom I'd like to tread on
and casually brush away
I ought to do what brother
John did
chop down tress
or should I pick my fight
with words
and become a poet?