Under Orders

I am being petty and I know it

My feelings hurt, I pull the strings unpliant

The strings that only I know how to pull

To unravel plans that needed my compliance.

No one asked if I would like to do the job

It was just assumed and pressed upon me

“Had I the time?” was never asked.

“Had I the heart?” Consideration that was not to be.

I showed them they should not assume,

To count on me without a thought,

As to whether I even wanted to be counted on,

 Their eyes were fixed upon the prize for which they fought.

But I was wrong for I am under orders.

If they tell me carry one, I carry two.

If I’m to walk a mile, I volunteer to walk another.

And I’m ashamed at that expected task I did not do.

The very ones who call on me, they call me fool

To accept such a command and just obey

No thought should someone take advantage,

“Oh, yes and by the way……”

 

©  2013 by Tom King