The empathy of life
is within your soul,
Pulling yourself up
is something you'll know;
Waking up each morning
facing all things in a day,
So now you are a hero
for facing newness away;
What wasn't there yesterday
is boundless and unknown,
It circles all around
sometimes hitting you to the bone;
It'll knock us to the ground
if you see it do not hide,
Picking yourself up off the floor
showing a coward we'll not abide;
Then its fear becomes apparent
well painted in red and pink,
The shaking of it fear
then smell of terrors stink;
Where comes the courage
those who're smaller than we,
It the beginning of a hero
on its white horse call destiny;
Don't try to impress your friends
by deeds that were done to you,
Sit down upon a chair
give your friends their due;
For they have made you stronger
much smarter than before,
To walk out yesterday's door
finding tomorrow for ever more.
W/By Guy Dan Schuyler
Cr. 20 May 2002
( This was just edited on line, and I would like to know truthfully what you think of it. Does the thought focus to the reader, and does it flow properly to allow the reader to feel comfortable. Do you perceive a Melody within the piece in which you can identify, and does it strike a cord in which life is played.) Thank you. Guy