The inchworm: spinning out its silk.
Measuring the boundaries as do all of it's ilk.
Carrying on tradition with only instinct as a guide.
Performing it's assigned duties with uncharacteristic pride.
Carefully he measures an inch at a time.
His work is precise, never worrying about a clock's chime.
We could all learn a lot from the inchworm!.




Poem copyrighted by Bo Bandy.

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