behind bravada lies a tear
or two, enough to empty a kleenex box
one week, all bluster and arrogance
in desperate straits the facade fades,
no, falls as heavy rain turning to tears
youth is filled with such things, a push
and a pull yet needing a helping hand
I can do that for you, you who
entered with bravada, exited with
tears yet wet on your cheeks.
everything will work out.
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