Almost-Fight

On an early morning walk today
I saw an almost-fight,
A parking place the timber
That a spark could help ignite.

Some angry words went back and forth
Soon followed by a curse;
That was the spark and so I thought
The scuffle would get worse.

Instead, the challenged one backed off –
It did not come to blows;
‘Cause punching never solved a thing,
As everybody knows.

I didn’t stop so I don’t know
The ultimate conclusion;
But in this case, a peaceful end
Would just be an illusion.

It’s really not the greatest way
To have your day begin,
For whether you are right or wrong
You certainly can’t win.

A morning squabble sets the tone
For one horrendous mood.
Sometimes it’s best to keep your anger
Shackled and subdued.