Monday, April 30, 2012

Team Player

The steady stream of wishes and prayers
Make a man seek out each of his players.
For a man without a team is alone
In an endless sea; a dog without bone
To pick in the dead of night when awake,
Unable to sleep or even to take
Leave of his senses. Bereft of such things
A man must seek out what team work's touch brings.
He must act as a man of the great whole
That is the world, and avoid the small hole
That spirals downward forever into
The trials and errors of live we brew;
For a man awake must pray to his team
Of angels and saints; this, his waking dream.

                                           Team Player, (c) Luke Bennette, April 2012

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