Rose Falcone (September 8,1959 / Brooklyn, New York)

All those who dare
take hold and care,
who strive to stay
when all is grey,
with love sincere
we persevere


With fists we cry;
all goes awry,
making attempts
to make some sense
of the chaos
that surrounds us.

All is not lost,
only time it cost.
To thine ownself be true.
We always knew
the truth revealed,
and the power we wield.