A Success Story Poem by Theresa Ann Moore

Fred scratched his head wondering
as he rose from his bed at noon
Nothing seemed appealing to him
He felt like an undrawn cartoon
His energy was focused on existing:
Sleeping, eating, and going to the bathroom
He thought... there's got to be something more
He felt as if he was in a confining cocoon

He decided it was time to open his mind
Night grew dark… he gazed up at the moon
His thoughts were guided by a glowing light
Suddenly he felt a jolt…with a vibrant zoom
Fame and fortune were not looking for him
he realized... he could no longer presume
If he was to become a useful human being
He would have set new goals very soon
With pencil in hand he made a list of what to do
First, he needed a plan… find a way to bloom
What was he good at? What gave him satisfaction?
Preparing meals and savoring the food he consumed

He now had a desire to proceed into the future
Someone needs chefs…start a search this afternoon
Fred shined his shoes and put on he best suit and tie
He smiled widely... proudly wearing shades of maroon
After knocking on the doors of restaurant managers...
the only job he could find was pushing a broom
Fred was discouraged…but thought....I'll find a way
I'll go to culinary school and get credentials by June
He earned money…enough for tuition and learned
He ruled at the top of his class… far away from doom
He chopped and diced…boiled, stewed and braised
He could make a wonderful dessert from prunes
Today Fred is successful and respected by all
Upgraded from what some thought was a lazy buffoon
His expectations were reached… he's now animated
He owns a restaurant…he's a well seasoned tycoon

10/13/09