Wiser and Braver

by flammeusgladius

Wiser and Braver

 

 

Bending my principles, I drink the white.
(The fact is that there isn’t any red.)
Sometimes it’s wiser — braver — not to fight.
Bending my principles, I drink the white.
I’m stooping, surely, from a lofty height.
I wish that I were climbing up instead.
Bending my principles, I drink the white.
(The fact is that there isn’t any red.)

 

 

–Tom Riley

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