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In Days of Old

Jeffrey Phillips FreemanJeffrey P. Freeman Jun 12, 2012 1 min read

TL;DR A short, stirring poem about courage, love, and finding worth in a world gone wrong. In days of old, with heart so bold; when courage finds its way. A man comes forth who finds his worth, in love and righteous action. With strength of heart he fulfills his part, and confronts the popular passion. Fighting long and strong in a world gone wrong; the masses fight and plunder. Finding worth in one, then hope did come, the masses pushed asunder.

TL;DR

A short, stirring poem about courage, love, and finding worth in a world gone wrong.

Jeffrey Phillips Freeman
In days of old, with heart so bold;
when courage finds its way.

A man comes forth who finds his worth,
in love and righteous action.

With strength of heart he fulfills his part,
and confronts the popular passion.

Fighting long and strong in a world gone wrong;
the masses fight and plunder.

Finding worth in one, then hope did come,
the masses pushed asunder.
Jeffrey Phillips Freeman
Poet

A timeless refrain

Courage and love remain the eternal counterforce to a world gone astray.

check_circleKey takeaways

  • Individual courage can stand against the tide of a broken world
  • Love and righteous action are where true worth is found
  • One person's resolve can become the seed of hope for many
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Jeffrey Phillips Freeman
Jeffrey Phillips Freeman

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