I want you to be proud of me for the way that I’ve turned out.
I want you to say to yourself, “It could have gone either way
but he did pretty good.”
I want you to say that, when I fell into the pit hole,
I didn’t waste any time at all in pulling myself out of it.
And that when I got back up to the level ground,
instead of wasting my time sniveling about my experience,
I loaded some pears into my basket.
And took off for the new world that was finally waiting in front of me
not like a supplicant. But like the bringer of additional advice,
who, when the melting begins, throws leaves in a bowl full of grain.