Larry Bradfield Poet Ottava rima

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

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Janis Medders Tobechi July 4, 2017 at 8:16 PM Any child would grow to be a better person from hearing this. It is a wonderful write expressing heartfelt emotions. Congratulations. Larry Bradfield July 4, 2017 at 9:26 PM Thank you so much, Janis. I appreciate your thoughts!!...Larry

Jan Allison July 4, 2017 at 5:52 PM Lovely uplifting ending to your poem Larry:-) congrats on your win:-) hugs Jan xx Larry Bradfield July 4, 2017 at 9:25 PM Thank you, Jan. You are most kind!..Larry

Daniel Turner July 4, 2017 at 4:08 PM Really nice ottava rima, Larry:) Congratulations on your win! Larry Bradfield July 4, 2017 at 9:24 PM Thank you, Daniel.

Janice Canerdy July 4, 2017 at 3:15 PM Larry, I REALLY like this poem. Congrats on your win! Janice Larry Bradfield July 4, 2017 at 9:24 PM Thank you, Janice. I'm so glad you liked it!