When plans don’t stick and we must react. That is exactly what Poetic Asides would like us to contemplate this week.
By: Meena Rose
I used to be a planning genius;
By age of three, I hatched a plan
Questing for sugar cookies by
Ingesting a sugar cube and a saltine cracker.
Puckered lips and shuddering insides
My plan slips as I stalk away.
By age of five, I made myself in
Charge of the hive of inquiring
Kindergartners and we demanded answers
From teaching partners whose patience
Frayed by the second;
No one stayed in that frightful
Class that would destroy lesson
Plans that were there to guide.
By age of ten, I wrote my
Plans in pen for they never changed;
Then Sammy showed up and that
Was a whammy when he stole my hive.
Raging and full of disbelief,
Realizing that all my future
Plans need to always change
To heed the warning signs
Of plan disruptors -
- Even the best laid plans of mice and men can go astray (cindyrodella.blogspot.com)
- Poetic Asides Assigns a Change of Plan Poem (2voices1song.com)