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On World Poetry Day

Stand up and take a chance -
leave no glimmer without a glance.
There may be a pothole,
there might be a ranch -
you'll never know for sure
till you reach out and branch.

Never say never,
the Sun will always shine.
If yesterday was yours to keep,
tomorrow could me mine. 

Fear the thought of fear itself -
conquer what it stalls.
Life brings us sprouts anew
with every rain that falls. 

The wizened tell of daring feats -
listen to what they say.
Their ghosts won't come to change our fate -
their wisdom, though, will stay.

Trust, but keep the blindfolds off,
see what lies ahead -
For every brilliant light you see
there is a shadow shed. 
Fret not the shadow that evades
your quest for what you seek.
Fret neither the time delays -
in your own time, you'll peak. 

In verse, I speak my piece today -
it's poetry's own good day.
And while I labour, still at it,
I have but this to say:
Try, strive and give it your all;
when opportunity strikes, say, Hey!
I am not old, but those younger still,
you'll have another sway -
dance your style, make your wave.
Take Destiny to the Ball.
She is yours... as yours can be -
just be sure to make that call. 

Comments

Enjoyed reading! Yes, never say never. Like a pleasing painting or a melodious music, poetry too can make a heart swell! Keep up your creative instinct.

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