The Imprint of Necessity

by Jerry Ratch

I'll tell you what I think, I think

Its hopes of a brush with love

Is what keeps the simple cricket

Awake all night


If you find a baby cricket on its back

Fallen on the sidewalk

Struggling with its legs  

In the air


Help it to its feet

And it will sing you a

Louder song tonight

From the bushes beside life


You should try to think of this

As your opportunity

It has the imprint of necessity

Written all over it