Will

What is the weak tyranny that lies in man? Clutching the soul of will. Crushing it, Cracking it, Breaking it down. I will not break. I am a rock. My will does not crumble, Or chip away. I am a rock. I am a father.

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Hi folks, I'm a software development manager. I've worked with computers most of my life. I write a poem a day about whatever strikes my fancy. I hope they make you smile.