I am not one to easily admit…
Struggling
Because I have pride,
Nonetheless,
the broom and dirt in my house
Have no such silly notions,
And yesterday they tried to teach me,
BROOM “I have deployed the dust pan-
Note how he is not concerned with performance
As he slides back when we approach.”
DIRT: “Nor do I have qualms,
Tricking you into thinking
That all my comrades have crossed the pan threshold-
Until you begin to lean,
back over the side of your wheelchair.”
They know
that by the second go-round,
I am wavering.
BROOM: “You have lost your center of gravity, “
DIRT: “What choices!”
BROOM: “Throw the full dust pan?-
And hope you can sit up in time,
Or fight against gravity?”
Tick …
Tick..
BROOM: “Ooooh! Your toss was too late- Gravity gets the win!”
Pride is painful, beaurocracy is slow, and wood floors are hard.
I am intelligent, have a high pain threshold, and I can rise.