‘Be Bold’
I was the sort of man or woman
Who would obtain magic on the bottom,
As though The key to true Pleasure
was some thing left lying around.
I’d pull it outside of library publications
their internet pages ripped and worn,
And swore which i could see it
while in the air right before a storm.
Should you’re cautious to believing
I’m no stranger to distrust,
Again then all I present in library guides
was the scent of moths and dirt.
And In spite of my each and every kindness promise
that every rainbow retains a little something gold.
That not a soul born in history
as ever been peaceful Daring.
Until I advised them by my kindness smile
that believing is The important thing.
You can not modify kindness how the whole world appears to be
until you alter how men and women see.
ANGELA
1967-