Revenge in the Cold

Childhood tales, secrets unfold,

Revenge in the cold, stories retold.

Little boys at four, with chores to do,

Milk bottles lined up, a task so true.

Dad's gentle voice, mom's watchful eye,

But mischief's brewing beneath the sky.

One mischievous plan, a daring call,

Locker door clicked, didn't think me small.

Frozen in time, but fire in my chest,

Vow of revenge, I’d put to the test.

Revenge is a treacherous game,

Promises gold, but brings only pain.

Frozen outside, in the cold night air,

Lesson learned with a childhood dare.

Next Wednesday's sun, I waited with care,

Brother’s footsteps in the chilly air.

The door swung wide, with a cunning grin,

Locked it hard, let the games begin.

Laughing inside, I kept my vow,

Outside he shivered, wondering how.

A childhood war, a bitter sweet,

In the cold and silence, victory’s fleet.

Revenge is a treacherous game,

Promises gold, but brings only pain.

Frozen outside, in the cold night air,

Lesson learned with a childhood dare.

Years may pass, the memories stay,

Lessons of life, along the way.

Revenge seems sweet, but it leaves a stain,

A bitter taste, and silent pain.

So I learned to forgive, and let it go,

Children grow, and stories flow.

Revenge may promise joy at first,

But in the end, it’s the love that’s worth