Why Not Take A Stab At Something

Confidence is paramount - I know your weak spot,
needs to be measured because your place you forgot;
I wrote about the sea and there was nothing I hid,
parents said: 'You didn't write that,' I said: 'Yes, I did.'

We went fencing (swords), fortunately no one was harmed,
like you, I might have known that I was easily disarmed;
you could even be a postmaster with hands in the till,
battling to shed your innocence and be thought guilty still.

Perhaps poker was more suitable - your face implacable,
although cheating and underhand movements regrettable;
you were driven on by unknown powers just indigenous,
like horses racing down the street made you incredulous.

They say that travel broadens the mind, always one kind,
however, it may be best to get off your arse, not left behind.