To put myself together

I aspire to be like the runner I pass on my way to work

Whether rain or shine, for him there is no shirk

I aspire to be like the lady at the daycare

Patient even though the children hit and pull her hair

I aspire to be like the chef no one gets to meet

Passionate in the food just for someone else to have the treat

I aspire to be like the failing musician

Still trying and with so much ambition

If only I could take pieces of those around me

Sew them to myself to become someone I want to be

Take some kindness from the person over there

Take some confidence from my colleague he has enough to share

I would have a scrap basket, so much to choose from 

I could be whoever I would want to become