To go softly into that Good Night
To not have to choose
Between bang and whimper
Between rock and hard place
Between two sorrowful shores
Safe harbor, a warm crevice
In which to nestle
Rest our weary mortal coils
Between victory and defeat
Isogeba, mawaru
Do not oppose the tempest
Bend like the willow
Take the road less traveled
Poem #1, National Poetry Writing Month
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