You can't replace a solid right hook,
with good vibes.
You can't exchange thick skin,
for gossiping tribes.
You can't substitute the arrow and bow,
for the vision of a dreamer.
You can't supplant the scars of a fighter,
with the hands of a schemer.
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PoesiaA series of creative writings from a man coping with a mid-mid life crisis.
