Be Strong
Come boldly into this old world, my son
Don't cry and shake your fists with angst and dread
Grow straight, grow strong and work until it's done
Life is action and not just what is said
The time will come when you will be the one
To see and change that deadly road ahead
And there will come a time for love, my boy
Then you will see this cold world, too, brings joy
6/5/2017
For contest Ottava Rima
Copyright © Larry Bradfield | Year Posted 2017
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