JUST

Posted on June 30, 2017 by | 4 Comments

 

 

Another ant
in the anthill,

another bee
in the beehive,

another cog
on the treadmill—

I was bred to like work,
crave approval, but
make do with feeling good

about a job done better
than the last time—
an inclination to improve

the world around me
if I don’t stray
too far from home.

 

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4 responses to “JUST”

  1. Lenore Brashear | June 30, 2017 at 8:09 am | Reply

    Great sentiments. Can’t change the world but our home turf is where we can make an impression.
    What is that purple flower, Thistle or Wild onion?

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  2. Lenore Brashear | June 30, 2017 at 1:15 pm | Reply

    Wow!!! I don’t think I have seen one before. They are a thistle, so no wonder they look like it.

    Like

  3. Laurie | July 7, 2017 at 10:35 am | Reply

    It does seem as if a lot of folks recently have strayed way beyond the grasp of their abilities. It’s good to reach out, but it’s so important that essential jobs be done well. Thanks for all the good work, Dofflemyers!

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