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'