A Rookie's Poem
By Elizabeth Smith
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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.
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.
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