Swords into Plows

Written 8111201148

Smile with me my fearsome foe,
our troubles aren't that bad.
This battle can only end in woe;
we'll make each other sad.

This contention has lasted far too long.
The toll is high on every side.
It's time to end the mourners' song,
and let our discord slide.
.
At first our goals were simple enough,
the effort required seemed small.
Yet now the times have made it rough.
The harvest? -All of nothing or nothing of all.

So smile with me my former foe,
our troubles we'll dismiss.
We'll make the best of what we've sown,
and let our lives progress.