Throw in the towel, I’m done.
It’s okay, though.
I’m not the star, just the understudy.
I’m here, ready to be of service
but when I stand back and watch,
when I just take orders
and do my best,
excellence happens
and I bask in it,
a part of it,
the beneficiary,
but blown away
by the results.

God, I can’t believe what a work or art
you can craft
from the raw material
that is me.

The poem is taken from the book being drafted at OAStepper.Blogspot.com