‘Be Bold’
I used to be the sort of particular person
Who would find magic on the ground,
As if The trick to actual joy
was something remaining lying about.
I’d pull it from library books
their web pages ripped and worn,
And swore that I could see it
within the air just before a storm.
In case you’re cautious to believing
I’m no stranger to distrust,
Back again then all I found in library books
was the smell of moths and dust.
And Inspite of my each and every assure
that every rainbow holds a little something gold.
That no person born in history
as at any time been quiet Daring.
Right until I instructed them via my smile
that believing is The true secret.
You can not improve love how the world seems to be
until eventually you modify how individuals see.
ANGELA
1967-