Never thought he’d feel this way
He fervently felt it saved the day
It had seen him through conflicts
Again he raised it to his lips
The final battle, come what may
All or nothing no leeway
It would be his saving grace
Hence he carried his lucky piece
A dying friend passed it along
Hoping this was not his swan song
He’d fight the battle, do his best
Eyes alert through unrest
Then home to his loved one
Never again a hired gun
That’s what they all say, until the next “job” comes along 😀
haha true very true
Good one.
He he
A great ending.
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