Knocked Down
Knocked down
When I’m down I’m miserable,
But that won’t do at all,
Reef up yer bloody bootstraps, boy,
Walk tall, don’t bloody crawl.
Depression black has arrived,
Kick it up the cods,
Don’t drag yer feet, tiptoe n jive,?
And rise above the odds.
Let the mighty spirit in you surge,
Feel it’s strength and power,
You are more than mortal, merge,
Gods will and strength is ours.
Don Johnson 14-july-11
Brian Strand
Contest Name A POETES any theme@form max 14 lines
Copyright © Don Johnson | Year Posted 2011
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