I blacked his eye

with the first punch thrown.

I took pleasure

in hearing him groan.

 

I spun around,

and kicked his head.

He fell to the floor

as if he were dead.

 

I won the fight,

and walked away.

What happened next,

I couldn’t say.

 

I felt remorse

deep in my heart.

Harming another

is no kind of art.

 

I turned and walked over.

I helped him up.

I ordered two coffees,

and gave him a cup.

 

I wouldn’t forgive,

but he did somehow,

from this pivotal day,

we’re best friends now.

 

I’ll fight no more.

This made my heart pure.

I’ll not harm another,

You can be sure.