Some talk of fights, struggles and battles
As if a glorious campaign is being fought
Where the valiant are victorious, and the weak vanquished

Yet this in no equal contest
One not solicited, or sought
No challenge was laid down, or accepted

Instead a bitter withering rearguard action
Against a relentless foe
With fate and time on its side

It just came, to stay, an unwelcome visitor
From whom there can be no respite
Just an accommodation – an understanding

There will be no triumphs, or failures
The stoic may be overwhelmed, the supine reprieved
Sometimes just being, is enough

The brave seek no more than another day
Those who succumb desired that day no less.

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