A tiny mottled maple leaf <br />appeared outside my window pane. <br />Its superficial veiny face <br />Clung wet glass precariously. <br />Its nemesis, the wind, blew strong <br />But yet the tiny thing held on. <br />Its struggle onset reverie <br />I saw self-similarities: <br />bygone years of bold contentions <br />underdog I need to mention; <br />but like this leaf I gave my all <br />I cared not where the chips might fall. <br />As this enlightenment gave way <br />The wind had whisked the leaf away.<br /><br />Albert Ahearn<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tenacity-6/
