Bow, stubborn knees; and, heart with strings of steel,
Be soft as sinews of the newborn babe!
All may be well.
Hamlet: Act Three: Scene Three ~ Shakespeare

I take a stand and I’m stubborn, you say.
Okay, I am. So are you. What are we to do?
When impasse comes to pass to our dismay
forestalling allies-at-odds, (nothing new),
whose blood see-through bond obliges breakthrough?
The debate's a draw--not worth losing sleep—
see, (S)He who can't be reasoned with, is YOU!
Okay, my friend, you win, so I may keep
my peace of mind, sow only as I’d reap.
I have no choice but learn to get along—
there is no trade—sometimes you make me weep.
Still, our combination’s made me strong:

Thanks to you, Conscience, I can look at me:
Some One I like, despite your victory.


© Helga Ross 2004, 2006