Poem On His Birthday
written by: David Dumouriez
Twenty-two years sighs the source
of all tears, but what of the man?
What of the boys and girls we once were?
One eye that firmly looks ahead;
one set more fondly on the past.
The pull of sheltered sentiment more strong
than a commitment to an open world?
To lead and to achieve, or to be led?
To follow a presented path, like an
eternal child? Choices left to others
of a stronger hue (or those mistaken
to be such!). Or extend a hand and
grasp the risk? Brave the heat or ice.
Hold or drop. Be willing to accept the scars.
David Dumouriez has been described by no less an authority than Dr. Henry Kissinger as being 'Basically what the internet was invented for'. His massive online presence has given rise to an army of rabid fans who eagerly anticipate his every move. This is the cause of some embarrassment. But what can you do?
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