Seventy Percent Water by David Michael Jackson


poem

 

If you feel

that you can’t do it
do it anyway.

If you feel

your talent to be ordinary,
play ordinary well.

If you dream,
do

and don’t ask if it’s good enough.

For whom is it good enough?

You paint the flower
and if they see the thorn

do not despair.

We are seventy percent water
and the rest,
hot air.

 

 


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