‘Be Daring’
I used to be the sort of particular person
Who would discover magic on the bottom,
As if The key to true Pleasure
was one thing left lying all over.
I’d pull it out of library textbooks
their webpages ripped and worn,
And swore that I could see it
inside the air right before a storm.
When you’re cautious to believing
I’m no stranger to kiss distrust,
Back then all I present in library guides
was the odor peace of moths and dust.
And In spite of my each and every assure
that every rainbow retains a thing gold.
That not a soul born in heritage
as at any time been tranquil Daring.
Till I told them by way of my smile
that believing is The real key.
You can not modify how the whole world seems to be
till you change how people today see.
ANGELA
1967-