Sunday, November 27, 2011

Eulogy to the Queen-bee

Forever I smile less, for a vow of silence,
My world judges, and you see as a weakness. 
Push me further, I may fall off the cliff, 
But drag you along I will in this tiff.


Fear I don't, the scalding sun,
Your wings will burn, I have but none.
My shoulders grow heavy, sweat and I pant,
I may be no-one, but a proud worker ant.