Beating Dead Horses
All we did was argue,
And no one would give in.
Neither of us changed our minds,
So neither one could win.
Round we’d go like jockeys,
Running on a track.
Whipping at each other,
Never giving slack.
We finally had to give it up—
Could not keep up the pace.
Beating on dead horses,
We got scratched from the race.
Category: Poetry, Relationships
