Thought he could do any better
Than to just simply be
No bright future could he see
Why should “b” try and test his worth
Boldly asserting he didn`t have the girth
Barely knowing he had the ability inside
Blending in a sea of words, how would “b” survive?
But “b” met other letters
Some were his betters
Of others they had yet to show
“b” began to figure you can`t know
Still on an indomitable quest he began,
Honestly and humbly attempting his best
Through arduous trial he blissful ran,
And blitzed through strenuous tempering test
He felt so "blessed"
With other symbols beside, on right and left
At the masterful artists bequest
No longer belligerent, blind, and bereft
Till one day he looked back and felt glad
Deep inside of him a feeling grew
One he wasn`t accustomed too, yet still true
“B” saw he grew progressively – and wasn`t quite as sad.
Composed By: Andrew Drucker
Composed By: Andrew Drucker
