“A river does not ask the duck how to flow, nor does the duck ask the river where to go.” —Zen Proverb
----- A Sam Scott poem: 5th April 2025 -----
Of all the songs You seem to be The tuneless one, Less subtlety. God's orchestra Has dealt a hand— More toneless rasp Than golden strand. I wonder if You long to be A star In morning's reverie. Do tears well up? Perhaps that's why You paddle more Than flit and fly. And yet… I see you Standing proud— Such confidence In every crowd. You waddle round, For pictures pose— Such character Without a nose. You dress with style, All brown and green. There's pride in how You peck and preen. You're grounded, Yet you float and glide. No treetop nest— You strut with pride. So maybe I Prejudged your tone— Less violin, More slide trombone. In that, the panoply Of life Requires such confidence Amid the strife. To show us humans Not to compare— Just be yourselves, Be fair and square. And when life gives you Orange sauce, Puff out your chest… Just stay on course.
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