(republished for poetry groups)
I'm not a go-getter, appointment setter, fortune 500,
tennis shoes in the drawer, scratch for more.
I don't get IRA, 401K, bonus in my pay, sick days,
What I am is
the boo-boo kisser, to-do lister, coupon tight-fister,
make love to my mister.
So don't judge
I keep it going, and you're knowing, the seeds I'm sowing
mathmaticians, politicians, leaders of nations,
governing space stations.
Each step a stride, wide, on my side,developing my pride
The ones to run this world and more-
crawling on my floor, leaving through my door
came from my core.
without my career, here
it'd all be gone.
So I'll nurture along, strong
knowing you're wrong
to put me down.