A Rookie's Poem
By Elizabeth Smith Confidence does not stay near no matter how it comes, fast or slow, and I must try to keep it here. Like when the ice in March last year quickly melted, retreating in a flow, confidence does not stay near. It soon returns when I hear some praise I earn or borrow, and I must try to keep it here without the necessary gear, like when I shoveled with my hoe. Confidence does not stay near. Soon it scampers off, I fear, or loafs and overfeeds the ego, and I must try to keep it here, placed in my purse, with peanuts, where maybe it won’t chew a hole. Confidence does not stay near, and I must try to keep it here.
