‘Be Bold’
I was the type of man or woman
Who'd obtain magic on the ground,
As though The key to authentic joy
was one thing remaining lying all-around.
I’d pull it outside of library publications
their pages ripped and worn,
And swore which i could see it
inside the air ahead of a storm.
If you’re wary to believing
I’m no stranger to distrust,
Back then all I present in library guides
was the smell of moths and mud.

And Inspite of my each and every assure
that each rainbow holds some thing gold.
That kiss no one born in history
as ever been silent Daring.
Until I instructed them by my smile
that believing is The real key.
You cannot change how the whole world appears to be
till you modify how folks see.

ANGELA
1967-