Work By Method
Method they cried,
and we all responded,
there was method in all he did,
they quoted him wide and far,
they all wished to emulate him,
but succeeded a little by far,
they had watched him for long,
he had first not noticed,
slowly he became aware of their gazes,
he now squirmed a little,
as they intensed further,
in their ruthless pursuit,
he now felt uncomfortable,
the day came when he put down tools,
shrugged shoulders and came cool,
said he cannot work,
under watching eyes,
agreed they wanted to learn,
but now it seems,
they simply want to watch,
and do no other work at all,
either by method or not.
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