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Courage is not your strong point.
You plod.
You struggle.
You apply the veneer with the best of them.

You fight fear,
armed with little more than a smile
and an outdated faith,
fully out of fashion, and yet
surprisingly effective.

About this poem. 

This began as an essay. Then became a long rambling poem, a Miltonesque monolog on faith. Then I began to whittle and whittle, to chip away and clip off a word here, a line there.

This is all that was left.

That’s the way life works, I think. Whittle away the crap and eventually, you get to the good stuff. The reminder, the lesson, is probably better than the poem.

Tom