I Was Always Dragged Kicking And Screaming

Stiff and unyielding, I was the kind of child That needed training wheels On a tricycle. Growing older, they cut The guywires, before I was Prepared to carry my weight- Then I became a Windmill, with blades that Sliced feebly into the air, at each Slight shift of the breeze. Now I am a sailboat, But lacking the energy To raise up a sail- Like the midst of a great Sargasso Or amongst a rock-strewn harbor, I float just out of reach: But I rock gently At each rise and fall, Each tremble of wave- Better to bloom later, Than be found rudderless Adrift on a dead sea.