Loss of Faith
Remember when you got a bike
When you were just a little tyke
You couldn't ride that bike at all
The only thing you did was fall
You didn't let it bother you
You fell and fell the morning through
But by the end of your first day
You rode it well, you'd found a way
What happens to this youthful zeal
This simple faith, this will of steel
We think we can, and so we do
A formula that's tried-and-true
We lose our faith, then overthink
~ On this I need spill no more ink
(Iambic Tetrameter)
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2019
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