‘Be Bold’
I had been the sort of individual
Who'd find magic on the bottom,
As though The key to true joy
was one thing remaining lying about.
I’d pull it away from library publications
their internet pages ripped and worn,
And swore that I could see it
within the air in advance of a storm.
If you’re wary to believing
I’m no stranger to distrust,
Again then all I present in library textbooks
was the smell of moths and dust.
And Even with my each assure
that each rainbow holds a little something gold.
That no-one born in record
as at any time been peaceful bold.
Right up until I told them as a result of my smile
that believing is the key.
You can't improve love how the whole world appears
till you modify how individuals see.
ANGELA
1967-