‘Be Bold’
I had been the sort of human being
Who'd discover magic on the bottom,
As though The trick to real joy
was something still left lying all-around.
I’d pull it out of library guides
their webpages ripped and worn,
And swore that I could see it
inside the air prior to a storm.
When you’re cautious to believing
I’m no stranger to distrust,
Back then all I found in library textbooks
was the smell of moths and mud.
And Even with my each and every peace assure
that each rainbow retains a little something gold.
That nobody born in background
as at any time been quiet Daring.
Right until I advised them as a result of my smile
that believing is The real key.
You can not improve how the entire world looks
until eventually you change how persons see.
ANGELA
1967-