Like little ants upon a hill,
with crucial mission to fulfill.
To try and try and try and try.
To work and work, and then to die.
With contribution thereby made,
soon forgotten, by time did fade.
But misplaced grain upon the land,
without the grin,
while held in hand.
- Originally published under the Grain and the Grin. Reversing the words always seemed to be the way I recalled it.
© 2021 Gregg Zegarelli, Esq. Gregg can be contacted through LinkedIn.
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