We did it anyway.
A Poem by Sarah McKeever Hitt
We tripped the life fantastic.
Abandon met with clenched fists.
Madness reaching over the edge
We did it anyway.
There was so much to lose
Line toeing on the point of no return
An uneven match of wit and strength
We did it anyway.
The forces at work were insolent
Our souls victim to the crimes
Players in a game set to lose
We did it anyway.
© 2008 Sarah McKeever Hitt
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