“Come, let us take a drink and go to bed.” *
Must we fight till we are dead?
No recrimination, nor bitter tears,
Or prejudices over the years,
This illogical sum of all our fears
The day is done, and so must we.
Tomorrow is another day,
New opportunities to find our way,
There are no easy answers.
But let us not miss those chances,
To tear down our fences,
And find resolutions, difficult they may be.
© 2021 S Phua
*(Final line from ‘The Hand of Glory’, in ‘The Complete Tales of Jules de Grandin, Volume Three – The Dark Angel’ by Seabury Quinn; Night Shade Books; 2018.)
Silver in his poem Truce appears to be describing some form of companionship I could connect with his poetry and also at a point I felt included as the language was easy to understand free prose style and very engaging in its simplicity of every day living. Well penned.