“The best laid plans of mice and men”
Steinbeck said, “often go awry”.
Meek, I may be,
but mouse, not me,
yet still, I squeak along.
Small in stature,
I, little guy,
in this big old world,
still I try.
I try for naught,
sometimes it seems,
but keep on plugging away,
throughout each day to day.
So, will I win in the end,
this I just don't know,
but finishing the race,
is winning to me,
even in last place.
After all, last place
is still a place.
