It used to serve me.
Push, push, push, and keep going
to finish a job.
I still complete tasks,
pressing on through exhaustion
until I collapse.
Dogged willpower
stubbornly commands and rules.
Not always for good.
Push, push, push, and keep going
to finish a job.
I still complete tasks,
pressing on through exhaustion
until I collapse.
Dogged willpower
stubbornly commands and rules.
Not always for good.
5 comments:
The photo for this poem is a bit ironic since the man is pulling on a rope. He is not pushing, except himself. Sometimes,finding the right photo takes longer than writing the poem. This was one such instance. I limit myself to photos free of copyright issues, usually on Wikimedia,and no matter how I tried, a better photo did not appear. So I ask my readers to imagine him talking to himself, saying, come on, push yourself, keep going. It was in that spirit that I chose the photo.
Good choice in the photo! I should start embellishing again -- maybe it would force me to do more photography.
I love the sentiment in the poem -- I said similar in my post today, but not as eloquently.
I am quite selective about letting things find their way to the world of "Dammit, I AM going to do this." But if it goes on that list, it gets done, Somehow. Perhaps "eventually."
I still try to push myself, but...more times than not, I fail.
Muff, glad you like the photo, especially since I spent so much time doubting my choice.
Robert, you're right. Maybe a wiser path might be first selecting what is a Must Do.
Karen, I may not always fail, but I will always be tired, small task or big.
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