Email Poem

Your IP Address: 18.217.248.230

Your Email Address:

To Email Address:

Subject

Personal Note:

Poem Title:

Poem

When all is set just right,
and all necessities have been met,

with confidence, I head for the door.
But little do I realize that down stream,

swimming to and fro, there's a little beaver                                                                                                                
doing his best to build a dam. It's then that

I understand that I must be flexible, always
prepared for the road ahead if ever I am to grow.

I need not be the smartest apple on the tree,
but certainly, I can never leave it to beaver.

There are people who have been extremely endowed                                                                                               
by God with great abilities to go with the flow.  I wish

that I was one of them, because I spend my time planning
and preparing before I go.  I pace and prance, checking here,

checking there, checking everywhere I know to check. I work
hard organizing and improvising, making sure all my ducks

are lined up in a row. But I still must be aware of the beaver
just ahead determined to block my way with his dam.

That beaver neither knows me, nor does he care, but we need
each other, and the two of us must do our best to share.

090321PS

CAPTCHA Preview

Type the characters you see in the picture

Required