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So thrilled you've decided to click into my blog! And you know what? ... I have a lot of catching up to do, and I’m hoping these pages will allow me to do just that.
First off, I’d like to invite your reading of the words to an old poem. It’s one that, despite its longevity, still bears some relevance today. It's titled, About Crabs.
I’m going to talk to y’all about some crabs today.
Not the kind you’d find in the Chesapeake Bay.
These, you’d encounter in life along the way.
These crabs harbor jealousy when another reaches the top.
They will claw you down. They will nail you to a stop.
The reason why is not hard to see:
Metaphorically, it’s their taste; that is, their destiny,
You see, a crab doesn’t want another to succeed.
It’s a genetic disposition, one on which they feed.
Some crabs venture, claw their way to the top of the heap,
To move forward in life or escape the company they keep.
They’re most determined in their effort to improve their existence.
They want something different, more than mere subsistence.
But the others, you see, don’t want them even to start.
They prefer all crabs to stay in the dark.
But like the crabs we relish, along with cold beer,
These crabs bite and claw in fear.
Unlike the crabs smothered under the top of a pot,
When they’re spiked and spiced till steaming hot,
These crabs deceive us with their cunning disguise.
They’re vicious and cruel, masters of despise.
Many are darn lazy. Their ambition is dry.
They don’t want to change, yet condemn those who try.
I tell you, my friend, it’s a sad sight to see:
The struggle of the crab that wants to be free.
These clawing creatures pulling down one another
Are scavengers who’d harm their very own mother.
But the lone crab that’s brave enough to venture
Across the threshold of success, despite the odds and the censure,
Is the crab to encourage, to welcome with praise.
Such a crab epitomizes how crabs should be raised.
I hope you understand my talk about crabs.
Now that I’m finish another subject is up for grabs.