Bravery

I’d like to think that I am brave,
But in the ‘over all’ of things
I shudder as I stutter and I
Wonder just what I would do
If, when confronted with the dangers
Tribulation often brings,
I would rise to the occasion
Or melt into a mound of goo.

Face to face with fierce encounter
Might I find the fearless fervor
To resist the fancy of flight,
Stay my station, test my might.
Or do I quiver, shake and shiver
Ever hapless to deliver,
Fearful to rise to the height and
Do what I believe is right.

Mournful woe? Unnecessary.
No want for reckless rant or rue.
When time sings out for bravery
I’m sure I will do what I have to do.

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