Bring It On

by Ivan Brkaric

He once cried
to Old Yeller.

Now
for too long
he has sobbed
with Captain Morgan.

Everyday,
an infinite circle.

Where were the days
of sandy beaches
filled with sea shells,
blue skies and castles?

Like a piece of
driftwood,
he has washed ashore.

To finally draw
a line in the sand
and take a stand.

To tap ‘life’
on its shoulder
and say

“Bring it on!”