The poetry war between Melissa Crosson and I continues....

A game of words is what we play
Friends to the end is what we'll stay

I've never cared who won or lost
After all there's no fee or cost

Simply words and phrases set to rhyme
Mixed and matched to pass the time

Many uses we have proclaimed
Healing is where this is now aimed

My words you will twist and turn
But the war will always return

Because time has passed us by
And I must find words to fly

Catching up to myself in space
Has made it feel like a rat race

So give the kidding and jibes
I refused to take your bribes

Just to write, feel, and laugh
Has doubled my heart by half