Brought one certainty
At some time or other
A fight there’d be
I grew up tough
I grew up hard
Fists and elbows
Out in the yard
My palms grew broad
My knuckles thick
Shoulders wide
Popeye armed, not stick
No quarter asked
No quarter given
Until some flesh
Was split and riven
When blood freely flowed
A Truce was called
And peace was built
No parents involved
Day after day
Year after year
I tussled and fought
With Brothers dear
And each issue contested
Wasn’t won by arm’s length
But by determination, drive,
And character strength
© Copyright 2016 Marty Vandermolen
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