A Lonely Ant
A lonely ant did stutter-step
'cross barren, friendless pavement
one chill Fall day in late November
a portrait of despair
It started one way -- reversed direction
It stopped and sensed the air
as if to say, "How lost I am
and forlorn beyond compare."
I contemplated its grim plight
my heart melting 'spite the cold
then bent down to lend it
but it spurned me something bold
The tiny ant, it did rear back
its dander clearly roused
and seemed to say, "Just watch me now.
I'll surely find my way."
And watch I did in wondrous awe
as the creature pointed west
precisely toward its ant-hill mound
--It'd surely passed the test
They say we learn industry
from the tiny ant---
all the more so perseverance
~ and never to use the word 'can't'
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2018
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