ANOTHER LEAF FROM MY SCRAP- BOOK (THOUGHTS)

This is another leaf from my scrap - book. I don't remember when and from where I picked it up. Perhaps it was part of an advertisement. My memory is failing me. But the raw appeal it has is still very fresh. Sharing it for the benefit of my readers here. Many of you may be able to empathise with the author of these lines and the feelings contained in this these lines.

When I left college,

They said

I was being stubborn.

When I was leaving house,

My Dad said

I was being stubborn.

When I left my first job,

The Boss said

I was too stubborn.

Well I hope they are right,

Because I hate hammocks,

And I don't believe in half days or long weekends.

No.

I will not take life as it comes.

I scratch and claw,

And fight it every step of the way.

For I have met fate.

She can be pretty mean,

When she is not in the mood.

So I will collect all those

words of discouragement and

make paper-rockets out of them.

And fly them in a strong cross wind.

Society has a name for guys like me,

STUBBORN.

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