A Mock Epic--of epic proportions

Bobby Pin

by Chaikers

In a factory he lay alone
On a shelf that was his home
Bobby Pin was his name
A paper clip that knew no fame

His purpose in life he wished to seek
He could not be afraid or at all meek
He grabbed the pushpin that was his cane
And with a confidence, limped away

Off the shelf he did fall
With no injury, for it was not tall
Bobby hopped to and fro
Deciding which way he should go

With resolve he turned to the right
But from the left came a bright light
What occurred? He turned to see
Bobby had witnessed a catastrophe

There, to the side, it lay abandoned
Bobby knew not what had happened
It was a desk, papers covered its surface
And then Bobby realized he had found his purpose

He limped across the room to the mess
There he found the papers in great distress
“We need to be organized,” Bobby heard them cry
“I can help,” he said. “At least I can try.”

So Bobby climbed the desk, all the way to the top
For the paper clip, it was a journey he could not stop
He brought the papers all together, unity is the key
The problem was solved, all thanks to the heroic Bobby

To hold all the papers he used his specially shaped body
And with his purpose discovered, Bobby realized he was somebody.

Caution: Black Hole Ahead

You know when you figure something out. Not something like 2+2=4---WOW!, but something like "Oh my gosh, I'm in eleventh grade!" Now this happens to me quite often. I don't know if that is a good sign or bad. After the first 5 times, you would think that i would finally get it through my head. However, it hasn't. And so, i have realized that I am REALLY old and my REAL life is going to be starting soon. Now this freaks me out because What have i been doing for the past 16 years? This IS my REAL life. That other life, the one coming up, is the FUTURE life. The kind of thing where you say, "when i grow up...". AH. But then there is the truth, which is that the WHOLE time it HAS been my REAL life, and in the Future it STILL will be my REAL life. And then, when you look at the calendar and you are checking off the days that have passed you see that a whole day (or more) has gone past and those days are your LIFE. What have you accomplished in that day? A whole 24 hours to DO something. That you are in this WORLD. With a body, and most frightening: a mind, that is working, G-d willing. But hopefully you did not waste it. Even if you didn't make a huge accomplishment, you have done what was meant for that day, whether it was taking a test and a few pages of notes, or helping a friend through a hard time. But at the end of the day, you think back and see "could i have done this better", "could i have done that". This can't apply to everything every second though, because then we would all go crazy and lose the courage and/ or strength to even try. So we live our lives, trying to do the best we can, and hoping for more oppurtunities, more days to live and make a difference.