Once More

I recommit myself to peace once more,
Remembering the battles that we fought,
The mortal arguments that came to nought,
Those times one of us cursed, stormed out the door,
To stumble home at last, repentant, sore,
And filled with doubt and longing, dearly bought.
You felt exactly as I did, I thought,
When I was stranded on a foreign shore.

But I was never much for soldiering,
Like Aristotle (may his kind increase);
My job was not to seek the Golden Fleece,
But to tell golden stories, and to sing,
Collecting bottlecaps and bits of string.
Once more, I recommit myself to peace.