‘Be Bold’
I was the sort of man or woman
Who would discover magic on the ground,
As if the secret to authentic Pleasure
was anything still left lying all around.
I’d pull it away from library guides
their pages ripped and worn,
And swore that I could see it
in the air before a storm.
Should you’re cautious to believing
I’m no stranger to distrust,
Again then love all I present in library textbooks
was the smell of moths and mud.
And Regardless of my each individual promise
that each rainbow retains a thing gold.
That no-one born in history
as at any time been tranquil Daring.
Until I informed them by my smile
that believing is The real key.
You can't adjust how the whole world appears
right until you alter how folks see.
ANGELA
1967-