Lord, let me be a ten-tug worm
That stands its ground as best it can
Or grips its ground as case may be
While robin works as worm hit-man
Though odds are stacked against me e’er
Though I can’t win — not with this plan
Though life is ever hopeless for
The principled who’s no yes-man
Give me fight ‘gainst the stronger-than
It’s rare these days when I miss the W3 challenge, but I did this week.
The challenge was to write a nine-line poem under the title of ““Who am I & What is My Purpose?”
I am frustrated with my job. So. Freaking. Frustrated.
Today, I had a conversation that I walked out of shaking my head and saying, “I can’t.”
Then I vented to the HR person.
Then I went for a walk. On my walk, I saw a robin tugging a worm that wasn’t giving way. It was a losing battle for the worm. I think it always is. But, for half a second, I was rooting for that worm. I knew at best, though, it would get torn in half. Not much of a best, eh?
The worm gave way.
The robin ate it.
I continued my walk.
Who am I? I’m the kind of person who fights a losing battle because I believe in it.
What is my purpose? To (hopefully) make the yes-man think.