11/29/11

The anchor man who held the rope,

Within a bitter tug of war,

He stood his ground and strained and coped.

Where others weakened he gave more.

As one by one his team withdrew,

And selfishly released their grasp,

His perseverance carried through,

His might increased, until at last,

The anchor was victorious,

The other team at last succumbed.

The winners cheered, uproarious,

Though thanks belonged to only one:

The man who wondered quietly,

At how his arms had scarred and grown,

And how his fond society,

Had left him strongest, yet alone.