THE CRAB

Beaches of rock, and

Beaches of sand,

They both go hand in hand;

A crab crawls free,

And looks asea,

Crawls sideways, passing me;

Obstacles in its way,

Never break its sway,

It just goes about its day;

It just goes around,

And crawls the ground,

Avoiding obstacles that abound;

So very unlike me,

Because that what I see,

I confront all with glee!

I take an ax to hew,

When ’stead I should take cue,

And probably skip a few.

PTR April 28, 2011