I have a grandfather
Who is rather old
He was a soldier
in World War Two
One day i asked
My grandfather
"Why does the world fight
one another?"
And he looked at me
Straight in the eye
"Why do you fight with your brother
Over a little toy?
I thought about his question
And i understood
I walked away that day
And i promised myself that i would never fight again
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What Life is Like
PoetryLife has many wonders, choices, and consiquences. Here are different stories of those things with different people.
