The Leader Led

POETIC BLOOMINGS

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asks us to consider leadership

THE LEADER LED

I am the Leader and the Led;

Does that sound contrary?

I like to be in charge of things,

And yet my feelings vary.

I like to take a stand on things

And make my feelings known;

I like to be up on the stage

Confident and alone.

I love to hold an audience

In the palm of my little hand,

Nervousness and modesty

I just don't understand.

But I'm speaking now of a Little Life;

My circle is quite small,

And what I consider Power

Is really nothing at all.

When I compare the life I've lived

With that of the truly great

I realise I'm a nothing,

And my power-play doesn't rate.

I'm one of the many faceless ones

When it comes to important things;

I hum along in the back row

While the Prima Donna sings.

My life has made no difference 

To the way the world's turned out.

I know it's managed with me,

But it could have done without.

So am I Leader? Am I Led?

I suppose it all depends

Upon the prevailing point of view.

And there my poem ends!

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THREE SISTERS

These were my Father's sisters

Sitting on a wall.

I only met them once or twice,

Hardly knew them at all.

Ollie, Emmie and Caroline;

My Dad was their only brother,

And he rarely visited his family,

After he married my Mother.

In those days distances seemed vast,

And we never had a car.

Travel from Kent to Devonshire!

 That would be too far.

So these Aunts were shadowy figures,

I hardly seemed related,

Family likenesses to them

Were never contemplated.

And yet, my sister, Mollee,

Shines out of Ollie's face,

And there are other likenesses

That I can clearly trace.

The way Ollie sits and holds her head,

The way she places her feet,

Are all reminiscent of Mollee,

And yet they would rarely meet.

Ollie, she's the one sitting on the left,

Was called Olive, but her name

Is so reminiscent of  'Mollee'

That they both sound just the same!

All this I'm only noticing

As I sit and blog today.

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There's something almost magical

About our D.N.A.

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