There once was a cow without that much ambition,
Chewing on grass was its only life mission.
It stood in a field not thinking of dreams,
It was happy with all that it had, it would seem.
While its friends went to work and planned their careers,
This cow just ate and sat on its rear.
Not longing or wishing or looking to change,
A habit that all of its friends found quite strange.
For they were all driven and wore fancy shirts,
As this cow merely wallowed in surrounding dirt.
“But cow,” they would say as they left for the day,
“Don’t you worry your life will stay this way?”
“Don’t you fear that you’ll stick and never move on?”
“Does it not scare you that this could be wrong?”
The cow looked nonplussed, it raised a smile,
It knew its friends were in denial.
It lifted its head and began to speak,
Some blades of grass hanging from its cheek.
“Listen, friends,” it answered with wisdom,
“Are we not all rulers of our own kingdoms?”
“Are the choices we make not ours alone?”
“Not there for others to judge on and moan.”
“Our destiny is in our hands,”
“It’s up to us to make our own plans.”
“If my plan is sleeping than sleeping I’ll do,”
“That decision shouldn’t matter to you.”
“Just as your decisions don’t matter to me,”
“If you’re happy, that’s all I will see.”
The other cows nodded for this seemed smart,
They realised their dreams were not that far apart.
A smile is a smile, a cow is a cow,
It’s the what that matters, you decide on the how.