Ode to Can

Ode to Can.
There’s a four lettered word As offensive as any
It holds back the few
Puts a stop to the many.
You can’t climb that mountain
You can’t cross the sea
You can’t become anything you want to be.
He can’t hit a century
They can’t find a cure.
She can’t think about leaving or searching for more.
Because Can’t is a word with a habit of stopping
The ebb and the flow of ideas
It keeps dropping
itself where we know in our hearts it’s not needed And saying “don’t go” when we could have succeeded.
But those four little letters That end with a T
They can change in an instant When shortened to three.
We can take off the T
We can do it today
We can move forward not back We can find our own way.
We can build we can run We can follow the sun We can push we can pull We can say I’m someone Who refuses to believe That life can’t be better With the removal of one Insignificant letter.