The Strength Within
I have walked through Fields of doubt,
I have driven across arid plains,
I have swum the rivers of life,
And still, hope eternal, remains.
Never yield to the frailness without,
It is the strength within that shapes us,
There are no negatives, only inaction,
Climb your own mountain, before reaction.
Age and sickness are not the same,
You can be young, and not be sound,
You can be old, and not be lame,
You can be both, yet be unbound.
Do not write me off just yet
My intentions are not to go,
In fields of passion I still walk,
And may it ever be so.
Copyright © Damian Cranney | Year Posted 2018
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