I've been struggling for something to say about what is going on around the world lately. Finally Robert Frost supplied me with the words for which I was searching.
The Objection to Being Stepped On (1962)
At the end of the row
I stepped on the toe
Of an unemployed hoe.
It rose in offense
And struck me a blow
In the seat of my sense.
It wasn't to blame
But I called it a name.
And I must say it dealt
Me a blow that I felt
Like a malice prepense.
You may call me a fool,
But was there a rule
The weapon should be
Turned into a tool?
And what do we see?
The first tool I step on
Turned into a weapon.
Perhaps we should spend less time stepping on toes.
2 comments:
YOU rock, my sistah! and I (you-know-what-ted) ; ) LOL
This is the same Frost of "miles to go before I sleep"? I have to confess that when I first read the word "hoe" I didn't think of the garden instrument!! HAHAHA!
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