‘Be Daring’
I had been the kind of man or woman
Who would locate magic on the ground,
As though The trick to serious joy
was some thing remaining lying all-around.
I’d pull it out of library books
their internet pages ripped and worn,
And swore that I could see it
from the air just before a storm.
When you’re cautious to believing
I’m no stranger to distrust,
Back then all I present in library textbooks
was the odor of moths kiss and dirt.
And Inspite kiss of my every single promise
that every rainbow holds a little something gold.
That nobody born in historical past
as ever been silent bold.
Right until I informed them by way kiss of my smile
that believing is the key.
You can't transform how the entire world looks
until finally you change how people today see.
ANGELA
1967-