The Men Forsaken
The Men Forsaken
Two men met each other in a bad mood,
And one begin to hurt the other
And yell curses and be rude
And looked down on the other while being lewd
To where it was no longer brother on brother;
Then jumped in the other, like a dragon in his lair,
And having perhaps the better frame
Because it was strong like a black mare;
The fight, nothing but a small dare
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves, hurt and on his back.
Oh, they closed their fists for that day!
Yet seeing a bright blue jay
They doubted their reasons so black.
They shook hands and smiled with a sigh
Somewhere parted beyond a picket fence:
Two men in a bad mood, and they –
Realized the error of their way,
And that has resolved their difference.