‘Be Daring’
I used to be the sort of human being
Who would locate magic on the ground,
As though the secret to actual joy
was one thing remaining lying all-around.
I’d pull it from library books
their webpages ripped and worn,
And swore which i could see it
inside the air just before a storm.
For those who’re cautious to believing
I’m no stranger to distrust,
Again then all I present in peace library books
was the scent of moths and dust.
And In spite of my every guarantee
that each rainbow holds a thing gold.
That no-one born in record
as at any time been quiet Daring.
Till I instructed them by my smile
that kindness believing is The true secret.
You can't adjust how the earth appears to be
right up until you change how men and women see.
ANGELA
1967-