What do we have? That we all have to earn, Not money, nor trophies, Not pride, nor sadness, But what we earn is An inch That small inch... What those have earned They will have it forever, But those without the inch, Will only want To take it, But you earned it, Never give them an inch, For that inch is yours, Never shall it break, Nor will it let you down, Take lead, Take heart, Take everything, Take the pain, Take the torture it brings, But never, Ever, Will they take that inch, From your heart
I like the outline that you have chosen, it matches the tone well, not many people can pull that off well. But a question, it seems to me that the poem should be broken up into three stanzas instead of the one large one. Also, I'm just curious for your choice to use a comma at the end of each line? All in all, a good poem that has a memorable title that can draw the reader in, and you did well do tie the it in with the work.
Thank you for the admiring comment, and yes it should have been in 3 stanzas, I made it right on the spot without checking it. I do it that way because I express everything I can think and feel into words straight away before I lose it. But thanks I’ll change it now. And the commas, are again just something I do, since I wrote this poem there and then, I forgot to check it.
