There are times when it’s good to smile,

When a man talks deep to his son,

About what he’s lost and he’s won;

That fight fought for every mile.

-o0o-

Each clamber, when reaching a stile

Makes fervour; a need to becalm,

When boasting can cause too much harm.

To show that they ‘really’ don’t care,

They curse, when they shout and they swear …

When silence would simply disarm.

(Decima)

Post inspired by Ronovan’s Weekly Decima Prompt – CARE – Click through for the rules if you, too, would like to join in …

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