The Well Laid Plans of Mice and Men

English: Sugar cube statue in Dačice (Czech Republic) Česky: Památník k první vyrobené kostce cukru (1843) v Dačicích (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

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 -
Chaos instigators.

claudsy | August 17, 2012 at 11:32 am | Reply

Oh, too fun, Meena. I would love to have known you as a small child and watched as you wove your way through people’s lives and lessons. I can see you doing each of these things and then wondering why no one else got the significance of what you were trying to do.
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