‘Be Bold’
I used to be the type of man or woman
Who would discover magic on the ground,
As if The key to serious joy
was anything still left lying around.
I’d pull it from library publications
their pages ripped and worn,
And swore that I could see it
in the air prior to a storm.
For those who’re cautious to believing
I’m no stranger to distrust,
Back then all I found in library publications
was the odor kindness of moths and dirt.
And Irrespective of my every single guarantee
that every rainbow holds a thing gold.
That no-one born in history
as ever been tranquil Daring.
Until I instructed them by my smile
that believing is The main element.
You cannot alter how the planet appears to kindness be
till you modify how folks see.
ANGELA
1967-