"You have no right!" yatta, yatta, yatta, Boom!
"You can't do that!" Nag,
whinny, whine, nag.
The volleys and salvos continue to
fly unabated.
Unaided, your defenses reel
Until calm is a foreigner, and
lashing back seems
The only alternative left in your
repertoire
Made up of candle-lit folly and
dreams;
Once filled with logic, gusto and
zeal.
How do you deal with the daily
barrage,
The desert mirage, the facade of
contentment?
How do you feel at the end of the
day?
Do you put it away?
Are you filled with resentment?
Living with pressure is no easy
matter.
Do you run and hide? do you pass the buck?
Do you square your shoulders
And take its full measure?
... Like water off the back of a
duck.
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