The Audacity to Hope
I watched a lady full of age
Walk slowly down the sidewalk
She walked as though there was pain in each step
And I admired her determination
She could have easily squeezed sympathy
From anyone that she meet
But when she saw the bus stop, she gained strength
that seemed unstoppable
The woman climbed each step with purpose
As though it was her last
She plopped down in the first seat
And I gasped quickly covering my mouth
As I looked on with amazement
Tiredness and tenacity changed the temperance of a nation that day
And her name was Rosa, Rosa Parks
A woman with the audacity to hope
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