Eternal battlefield

When peasants just walk on by
No words spoken, following gazes or twisted necks.
believe it or not that's a pleasant day.

The option of dressing down on the armour department
might seem somewhat haste in retrospect .
Who needed caution, with the exciment of walking burden-free?
All the extra weight,finally gone?

I'm not saying I yearn for yester years,
nor even that I could retrocede, even if desired.
After all, the soft skin has met the sunlight,
and no longer withstands hard cold confinement.

The blows are non lethal.
Damage most likely provisory.
Yet reminds me of previous strikes.
Careless.
The jester's weapons are invisible for the untrained eye.
But entertainment has a price at any Age.

The battle wounds demand attention for the night.
I lean on the memory of greater falls
to rise onto another day.