Sweet Seventeen

If you would care to see
Against all odds of will
How people trace
Miraculous paths
Regardless of any despair

If you thought way back when
In sun lit summer nights
How life laid at your feet
Although missing daring flair

As you must understand by now
As the world still turns around
Living
As all art has showed
Is just power self bestowed

Maarten Douwe Bredero