The Front

A poem about learning to lead.

I stood before the Board

with an audience there.

I had pressed my suit and twisted my hair

in such a way I was afraid to move. 

I was set just right.

I even had matching socks.

Inside my suit I shook

but it held me up,

good sturdy suit

washed thin

but that won't matter

because I'm on fire.

I'm doing what a leader does.

I'm leading 

from the front

Reviews

[Lorraine]

It sure is about leading but it makes me confused on the persona of the speaker. He could be a lawyer or a business man or maybe something else. I'm not sure if I just didn't catch it or if the vagueness is intentional, even so, the concept is nice. It's funny how people sometimes draw strength from their attire.

Keep Writing. ^___^