Any man can be a star
when the ground is hard
and short of feed—
and when the crowd
clambers for relief,
any man can be a god
in certain quarters
if he can load a truck
with good alfalfa hay.
Yet the compassionate man
loathes the burden,
despises his inadequacy
to make Nature rain.
Any man can be a star,
but she’s in charge.
Nice one John. Denise
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Thanks, Kiddo!
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