The Measuring Cup

You’ve let me down. You don’t seem to measure up.
Up your’s old man, I don’t mean to measure up.

In mother’s arms I’m always welcome, no need
To earn her love. Yet, I dream to measure up.

I left everything behind for California gold,
There’s no return, I need this seam to measure up.

For every honest system, some’ll try to game it.
I’ll be true, let others scheme to measure up.

Football or sales, bowling, army or prayer.
How can I best help my team to measure up?

Thanks for the method, fathers, in this madness
An offered word: do what you deem to measure up.

(c) Larry Kenneth Gates, 10 March 2009

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