Make Grow A Coward Poem by Prandy Clark Banawan

Beyond your dreams, soar high,
Play underneath the sky.
No cloud’s shadows must nigh
Let nothing blurred your eyes.

Bring your throne, build it firm.
Leave no dust from your land.
The day their have been grim,
Have never made you grand.

Walk with crown and with cane.
A kingdom with carpet,
Side by side are garden;
With flowers bow to greet.

But may you turn a while,
Glance your feeder’s sunset?
She may not saw sunrise
Sooner as you forget.

You grow as she fulfilled
You’re young yet you have lived
Was yours not to achieved
Of giving what she needs?

Blinded you are, fellow!
Faint-hearted you must be…
Fright from what they’ve followed
As courage ruled to thee.

I’ll rather be an ant,
And cursed being a man.
Than make grow an infant
But still left with no son!