While yet just a tad,
A desire to work I had,
Not a passing fad,
To my savings I'd add.
Picking things and tending crops,
Edible stuff licking my chops,
A buck sixty a day, my tops,
Part-time jobs mostly flops.
A dark secret I found,
My dexterity was unrenowned.
In a family so sound,
My shame was compound.
As a youth I wrestled fate,
Find a compromise, compensate,
Start over with a clean slate,
Use your brain, checkmate!
Years have passed; the lesson is old,
At clan gatherings stories now told,
About the kid so bold,
Picking and eating all he could hold.
