Joining

People join together to be part of something bigger; Working next to others can infuse our veins with vigor. Keeping to yourself is fine, but then you are deprived Of camaraderie, which gets our eagerness revived. A book club or a quilting class, the army or marines, The P.T.A. or Rotary or pool league that convenes, A dating site or any place our numbers make us strong; It’s fun to flock with others, well-aware we do belong. We sign our names or pay our dues or even make a pledge That we will follow all the rules; our bets we will not hedge. And then we proudly claim to be a member of the tribe, Adherent of the practices to which they do subscribe. Though lots of folks fly solo, many more link with a group, Becoming an ingredient in some delicious soup; For adding to the broth, we each bestow our special spice And often, that’s a recipe for something mighty nice.