Do You Know The Power That You Have? Poem by Biff McGuire
Do You Know The Power That You Have?
Just a glance from the corner, the wink of an eye
an innocent brush as you try to squeeze by,
The smell of your hair and the sound of your sigh,
Do you know the power that you have?
A naive young man, in a nasty street fight
defending her honor, not wrong and not right
a possible death in the yellow street light.
Do you know the power that you have?
A child growing up is her fathers' true pride
always honest and loving, with nothing to hide.
Responsible still, for his feelings inside.
Do you know the power that you have?
From a lifetime of learning you now have to teach,
to the young and upcoming, success is their reach.
Dividing the portions of knowledge to each
Do you know the power that you have?
And now at the end, you lay there alone
no motion, no heart beat, no need for a home
drawing tears from the eyes of the loved ones that roam
Did you ever know the power that you had
Truths is but mere versions of the same thing. Universal or not, the words are but the largest rosebud in the garden. It just the power she has that makes me want it yet again. Thank you for the great poem.
A-ha, I have found it. Very much like my poem, it's true; they are both saying the same thing; yours has provided many examples to make the point. (great minds do think alike sometimes, eh? All truth must be universal to be really true, I suppose) .
Great poem. Nice sentiments. Skilfully conceived. Rich in imagery. I liked it. A fine 10. Kindly read and rate my poem 'A humble complaint' on page 2.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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The eureka moment you've waiting for eh? But of course truths are mere versions of the same thing is all I have to say. This is a great rosebud, in a huge garden. I hope you don't mind if I pluck it for my own personal reading. Thank you for the great poem.