One man’s blustery dismal day
Is another’s excuse to play;
While I shiver before the wind
They rejoice as their full sail’s bend.
Are they braver than I can be,
To ride the winds and stormy sea,
Or is the fault that lies in me
Something that’s easier to see?
It seems to me the choice is one,
Not just to do or leave undone,
But instead, do we hide from harm
Or dance within the windy storm?
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