Filling Her Basket
She spent her life filling her basket
With delicious and beautiful eggs.
They were smooth and delightful, not blemished or flawed.
For such beauty our worldly thought begs.
As the basket filled up strange things happened.
The eggs she most cherished would crack.
The mess they would make made her cry in despair,
For no mending could get the eggs back.
So she cleaned up the mess they had made her,
And she wiped all the other eggs clean.
Then she looked and cried out in amazement.
More eggs cracked where the others had been
.
She decided those eggs were the problem.
There were better ones near to be had.
But, alas, they all cracked in the middle,
And her goal was defeated and sad.
What's happened to all I've accomplished?
Why do my plans fail to succeed?
Why can't all my eggs stay unbroken?
Just to keep what I have is my need.
But she didn't surmise that her problem
Was not with the eggs she could find.
She didn't know she had the wrong basket.
To the fact of this she was so blind.
