Eager

“Eager”

July 3, 2009

J. L. Foster

I am eager like a beaver

Who’s a wicked story weaver

And I’m plucking from my mind

An idea of every kind.

The ideas might be lame

And some might seem to tame

To keep up with whom I am –

Cause I’m a man with a plan

And the plan might be great

Or it might start me late.

It might take me to success

Or it might make me someone less.

It might raise me to new heights

That I’ve dreamed of over nights,

Or it might tell me I’m a bore

With small ideas to explore.

It might take me by the hand

And make me a better man,

Or it might scold me from within

And bury me from the wind.

But this is how it has been

Forever, I can’t remember when

The road of life was easy and free

And the path was open just for me.

I’ve had to make my own way.

I’ve had to climb from day to day.

I wouldn’t have it another way.

On this road, I’ll continue to stay.

I enjoy the rocky climb,

Even when I start to whine.

Whining seems to get me nowhere.

On a blank page is where I stare.

And I try not to look

To my past for the book

That opened up a path for success.

When I fight, I do my best.

And again, I am eager

Like a work-enthused beaver

Who has woken up at the crack of dawn

To prepare for you this, my song.