I was a feisty fisted lad <br />who'd fight at the dropp of a hat. <br />With something to prove I'd blazon on <br />regardless of this, or that. <br /> <br />My tempered sword was always drawn <br />more often than my pen. <br />With something to prove I'd blazon on <br />not caring for why, or when. <br /> <br />Late in the day I sheathed my sword <br />to pick up my unused pen. <br />With nothing to prove I must concede <br />it's easier now, than then.<br /><br />jerry hughes<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/argument-resolved/
