Another attempt to speak through poetry. I'm posting this on Thursday evening...but it's the October 21 edition, nonetheless. Since I like to write about food and meals, maybe I'll write soon about tonight's birthday dinner.
That old raw power he'd shown the world
was never much use in the office,
the only place he could use it to
demand respect that didn't arise on its own.
His unbridled fury at people who didn't
respond to commands was stuff of legends,
but no one called him legendary then.
He's older and a little wiser now
but no one calls him legendary still.
It took him years, but he finally
learned how to be a real leader
but no one wants him to lead.
He's like the dentist whose first patients
lost all their teeth after a simple cleaning.
No one cared that he learned later
in life how to do it right.
By then, no one wanted to switch dentists.
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