We’re all monkeys holding hands.
No decisions made by each.
We decide in Quorum groups.
Most things exceed our reach.
There is a small minority,
That came down from the trees,
Who are always reaching,
Beyond where others see
They stay true to their ideas,
To the very end
And in outright failure
Will even try again.
Not admitting to defeat
They savor their endeavor.
These monkeys just to name a few:
Authors, Composers, Inventors, too
And more unnamed than even these
That came from trees to ground,
Show us possibilities,
That our visions can abound
R K Olson ©2010
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