Big

I sometimes pay a climbing price

To see a man enrobed in white,

With a clipboard only half-listen

To my half of our scripted missive

In which we dispute stories that others may tell

To explain why I've entered what he thinks is hell.

It is not to be blamed on the size of my bones,

Nor on an imbalance among my hormones,

Changes in my metabolism out of my hands

Or a disorder of one of my much-maligned glands,

But when I still grew in my own native land,

Someone told me to “be the bigger man.”

Damn right. I did it.

Mission accomplished.