Friday, 14 September 2012

Ode to Can

My Dad always said there is no such word as can't. There is only can and not and they are seperate words. He meant it as advice so that you can believe anything is possible. He was obviously ahead of his time as the commonwealth bank has now picked up what he was telling me in primary school. Last night the girls had a school concert and one of Hannah's classmate read this poem. Positive thinking does work.

Ode to Can

There's a four lettered word
As offensive as any
It holds back the few
Puts a stop to the many.

You can't climb that mountain
You can't cross the sea
You can't become anything you want to be.

He can't hit a century
They can't find a cure.
She can't think about leaving
or searching for more.

Because can't is a word with a habit of stopping
The ebb and flow of ideas
It keeps dropping itself where we know
in our hearts it's not needed
And saying "don't go"
when we could have succeeded.

But those four little letters
That end with a T
They can change in an instant
When shortened to three.

We can take off the T
We can do it today
We can move forward not back
We can find our own way.

We can build we can run
We can follow the sun
We can push we can pull
We can say I'm someone
Who refuses to believe
That life can't be better
With the removal of one
Insignificant letter.

Hannah playing clarinet solo last night

and just for laughs our bull decided to eat Lachlan's onesie when it was hanging on the line

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