The Victor

THE VICTOR

H. W. Bryce

The road was hard,

The battle bitter,

And though you proved indeed

To be a worthy foe,

Your cause was wrong,

Your tactics merely spite,

And she it was who fought

The better bitter fight.

You can steal her memory,

And even take her life,

But you cannot erase

Her many helpful deeds,

For all good works by her

Already have been done:

So you have lost the war,

Already she has won!

So you may wrack her body,

But you can never take her soul,

For the “She” remains complete

And you shall pay the toll.

For she’s the proven Victor,

And to the Victor comes the peace,

And she shall dance with angels,

And wear the golden fleece!

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This from my book Chasing a Butterfly.

Dedicated to all care givers and their loved ones everywhere.

Chasing a Butterfly is available at

https://www.amazon.com/Chasing-Butterfly-H-W-Bryce/dp/1460299345

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