(An unfinished poem)
What we hope for:
Growing up and leaving the nest; little more
Growing, graying, and hoping others would stay in the nest
Accepting the knowledge in a criticism
Understanding patronage in a pat-on-the-back
Recognizing turbulence in a steady state
Tucking into the folds and cusps of a catastrophe
Reflecting on failures in a successful project
Recounting successes of a failed mission
Being a circus joker, getting the most applause
Playing on the high wire, trapeze, and still staying alive
Being young, restless, and carefree; and
Then growing-up to be a fine associate
Marching and running like a bull in a china shop
Worrying about all those bulls, as a shop owner
Aspiring to be a leader, looking for followers
Willing to be a follower, waiting & hoping for a leader
Holding on, forcing yourself to listen
when the urge to speak is the greatest
Opening up, speaking, uninhibited
when no one else thinks it is wise
Staying relaxed in a challenging environment
Challenging yourself at a steady, dull moment
But, it seems we get:
Staying in one plate of a balance, hoping
Someone would put something in the other plate.
Relax; no one said Life's fair, not fun, or balanced.
VCM;
Mid 1993