Look at me! I am small
Barely five-foot-four, I ain’t very tall,
But I stand amidst giants
With my nose upturned in defiance,
And – holy f- here comes a ball!
It weighs a ton and a half
And the giants all laugh
As I squirm and struggle for life
But the ball seems to say,
“That’s enough for today,
Give up, you miniature lowlife.”
I live amidst giants
who play with balls of Math and Music and Science
And while they play I roll mine uphill,
When success seems close
The ball rolls down – BLOODY HELL THAT BLOWS
I swear, Hades has no chill.
Still, I roll my ball for I have been given a path,
A road I must walk, else I risk my conscience’s wrath
I take grudging steps forwards in over-sized shoes –
Ma, what were you thinking?
That my feet still need growing?
These footwear require so much filling – it’s abuse!
But I walk among giants,
Friends who have left behind the footprints of Titans,
And though I may stumble and fall,
My feet may yet grow
There is a path and footsteps I will follow,
And someday – who knows? – I’ll play with my ball.