Time For A Change

Time For A Change

Oh, how it stings

when you reach for the stars

and the stool gets kicked out beneath you

Time spent perfecting your craft,

absconded by small men

driven by a false sense of importance

When the stairs leading to success

are laden with dead flowers and

guarded by floundering leaders

droning like bees at the empty hive,

a new sense of purpose evolves

and the compass gets reset

Sometimes that sting, that powerful reminder,

innoculates the worker against forces

meant to sap confidence and trust

Inspired, she moves her stool

to a place where the stars shine bright,

and appear just a little closer



photo: mine

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    1. Thank you! I just came from a professional development meeting and was pretty fired up. They used the words star, stairs, sting, and stool in one of the useless examples so I turned it into a poem. 🙂

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