Last Stone
I am not the person
for the job
I am not the person
I can't do it
I can't do it right
none of us can
it is a job without rules
without parameters
without guidelines
I am not the person
I need structure
I need rules
I need parameters
I need to know
how
but there is no how
and none of us are
the person for the job
I am afraid that you are absolutely right. But if nobody is the right person for the job, none of us can be the wrong person, surely?
ReplyDeleteI see your point, Willow. There are some jobs no one would volunteer for. "None of us are the person for the job."
ReplyDeleteThere are jobs we don't sign up for and this is definitely one of them, Willow. So sad but a true glimpse of a part of life that is hard to grasp each day.
ReplyDeleteYou have lots of your good writing on the blog here, Diane. I hope you keep reminding us when you post something new. It is fun to get comments from the blog.
ReplyDeleteThere was something about this piece that kept me reading it over and over, as if it were speaking to me. And then I realized you had posted it on my birthday. Coincidence? I think not.
ReplyDeleteLOL, Isabelle, thank you.
ReplyDeleteI have felt what you wrote about not being the person for a job at least twice, during my first husband's illness and my mother's. No one is the person for the job and I guess each of us is if it falls to us. I got through and you will too.
ReplyDeleteExcellent poem, Willow. I guess we will, at least more of us, feel that we aren't the person for the job. But sometimes we just are, because that's what fell smack dab in front of us. You do what you can do, whether you think you can or not. ((((((Willow))))))
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