small pond

My dad
had big ideas about who he wanted to be
who he was, deep inside
He also felt small
somehow he ended up in the smallest pond
and still he was not appreciated.
Appreciated enough
He couldn’t quite get the big things out of his head so that others could see them
The things that people needed he couldn’t really do either
still, he was loved
and some could see the brilliance.

Technorati Tags:

Leave a Reply