Chris Purser


Power


Power

The only good power is what wisdom we encounter, to make us smarter, with each passing hour.

The only good power is the love that we shower, on our friends, family, enemies, and lover.

The only good power is the experience we gain, from varied events that are never the same.

The only good power is the knowledge we share, with further generations that are our future heirs.

The only good power, is that which makes some mighty, by helping others and having chivalry.

The only good power is that which comes from one’s great will, to never be hindered, and solve all problems well.

Power comes from deep within, to expel all demons from one’s verbal chin, to compel all heroes that all they have to do is win.

Submitted: Wednesday, November 28, 2007
Edited: Tuesday, April 26, 2011

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