A Poem by Meg Coyle Irsay
This plan you have for staying calm cannot get through you’ll need a bomb
You’ll need a crisis and lots of time, to balance all this yours or mine
This plan that you’ve have been driving hard, cannot release you from your guard
This plan you built out of the sticks your parents gave you brick by brick
has taken you right up to the wall but can never take you through
the opening is too small
Your fear of uncertainty has pulled your will tight
And your wild heart now works for the fight
It was that or turn around and flee but that is no way to remember you’re free
The plan you have to keep your calm cannot be made
It must be found.
Contributed by Meg Coyle Irsay
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