Confidence

May 7, 2008
By Trevor Ballanger, Centerville, IA

Confidence

Always remind me of the hands
The ones that brought me into here
Hands that wrinkled with the course of time
Somehow, the small pairs that signify the future
So that if by chance I do lose my guided way
I should be capable or reorganizing my mind
Able to look at myself and discover the balance
The line between birth and commencement
Through my own hands build my life
With the integrity of the lived and wise
And the inevitable confidence of youth


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