Alone

It's by myself I face a foe,
While others cluster, row on row;
There's tasks for singles, tasks for groups –
I much prefer the solo route.

Supportive tasks like Aaron, Hur –
Held arms aloft which tired were;
And rolled the stone where Moses sat,
Relief they brought – it's tasks like that.

I need not like King David be;
He faced Goliath – solo he –
I'll do that if no other way,
But I seek out a better day.

At frontal hits I'm not that good;
In flank-attack is understood
My better way of hit and run;
To act unseen is greater fun.

My tool of choice is secret gift,
Though "privately" can give a lift –
To soften crusted hearts of steel
With scones, or pictures – something real.

For folks to which I most relate,
Are solo-types of quiet gait,
Who quickly to some need arise;
Survival's needs not greatly prized.

I liked the Scouts when just a boy
How they would special skills employ
To help the team while out alone;
They ventured out, but valued home.

I liked their stress on doing good,
Though often quite misunderstood;
I heard between their promise lines,
A style that suited me just fine.

For often larger battles seem
Much smaller than what might have been;
Made so by simple acts ahead,
Such tasks I love – just like I said.

I jointly fight reluctantly;
Few others know my face to see,
Or link me with the tasks I've done –
Such quiet work, sufficient fun.

I have a side which craves the sun –
A time or two's sufficient fun,
As value must sufficient be
To have me such a spotlight see.

When in such roles I quick defer
To "lesser folks" they don't call "Sir",
And give to them what they deserve –
Some credit for the way they serve.

I much prefer a solid team
Of solo types behind the scene,
Who work with skill to do some task,
Who rise to need before they're asked.

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