At thirty-eight
The words worry
At thirteen
They flew
And soared
The question is
Idealism ceased
When reality
Was too much
Not to address
Free me
From worry
So life
Can become
A joy
It deserves
Thank you ancestors
The blood of
Yellow and blue
Is my mantra
Be determined
Be so fierce
The world
Takes notice
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