Trudging along the grey lane
The system stares me down; rough disdain...
I avoid the gaze, go into the center
“Yes Ma’am, I am aware of being on probation
Today I’ll surely try to work hard and fair.”
------------I fail another day
Yet again get the "Mediocre" label
And get out.
This will be another long walk home.
My musings befriend me yet again...
What does my role sustain?
Bounding-off from one blunder to another?
Our well-oiled community surges to perfection...
And yet, units like me stall the scend...
Ages ago Bumblers were allowed to thrive too!
To think of it-- everyone having the right to Life!
Debris breeding all around,
And nothing to weed them out?
No wonder that world collapsed.
Perfection whirls all around me; Supreme society
Each speck has a measurable contribution--
The complete community!
But ...what contribution have I?
Using the benefits, yet returning none
Other than denting the society's pride...
A cripple; by Charity am I run...
What right do I have to continue?
To feed off the commune and yet make it lag
A lowly parasite, I prey on my brethren's toil
And all their support goes to naught,
As I fail to deliver yet again...
A miscarried living-unit!
Self-disgust. First Phase.
What to do now, How to atone?
The only tale I have spun
Is of a failing act!
Never won from a gamble,
Never converted a chance gifted...
Don’t I care? Of course, I do
Why would my diseased presence
Sully the community’s attainment?
Non-contributing units are liabilities.
Disposable. Self-analysis. Second Phase.
My final chapter should be nobler, I rule
A prouder tint amidst the shamed grayness...
Self-reformation. To be still useful. Desperately.
As I slowly shift into senescence...
I set the expiration machinery in action
Deft removal of a defunct unit.
Thoughtful deed relaxing the community burden!
Self-effacement. Neatly programmed, skilfully done.
Thus comes the phase of the close.