Today I received an email from a member of Story Circle Network, Sheila Allee, who wrote the following:
Hi, Len. I love the poem you wrote about doing what needs to be done. Do you mind if I share it with my weekly newsletter subscribers? I have 700 subscribers and I think they would benefit as I have from your wisdom and writing.
Well, of course, I wrote back and said I’d be delighted if she shared my poem.
What makes this email special to me is that I don’t see myself as much of a poet. I want to be more of a poet, but often feel that I’m fighting an uphill battle. Surely other writers come to poetry more naturally. Surely they have a more innate ability to express themselves with lyricism and layers of nuance. I, on the other hand, have no idea what I’m doing half the time and the other half, well, I just get a bit lucky on the page.
So, I am holding this request close to my heart. Perhaps I’m making some headway in the poetry department. At the very least, I have touched one person enough with my poem for her to request sharing it with others. That makes me exceedingly happy.
Thank you, Sheila, for giving me a poetry boost today!
Here’s the poem:
Do what needs to be done Big and small Easy and hard Tackling tasks in Whatever time they take Understanding Life has a rhythm and a pace An ebb and a flow like Waves lapping the shore My job is to Stay focused and Do what needs to be done A little every day No race, no rush No medal to win Just choose a task and Do what needs to be done

Len, I like the poem, but beyond that I admire you for even trying poetry. I have long ago decided it is beyond meâIâm not good at appreciating it though I love the classics I studied in school from T.S Eliot to Robert Frost. But I am often baffled by new poets (include Sylvia Plath) and I surely canât write it at all. So cheers to you.
Judy A.
Thanks, Judy/a. Yes, I understand how you feel. I am babystepping my way forward. I do so love that compressed form of expression.
Nice poem. I remember back in the 70s you wrote one that was really catchy. I could remember a verse of it for awhile, but–over time– have forgotten how it went. It was something about memories of the future and the past–or something like that. It was an example of something that flowed out of you.
Read my blog tonight. It is about that poem and also about you.