Pride in our courage: A poem 

I could fall like space junk, hard 

but never hurt, in memories’ backyard 

And rediscover your childhood, so fragrant 

and enchanting like a beauty pageant 

I stick these little stickers 

on the shine of fleeting moments’ mirrors  

and they have outlasted every grief 

like undying wishes, but whose lyrics are brief  

The bridges to that treasured youth 

are in the humble laces of my boots 

And I walk with them through life’s woods 

like the legendary Robin Hood 

Gatecrashing the party of convention 

with the ingenuity of the great leveller’s intention 

This invisible shield of courage, with you, I share 

is a leaf of clover with a thunderous trident’s dare