Hope and the Lack

I’m proud to say, I’ve not worked well—
Too proud, I’d say, but not too proud

To say it. You know you’ve been judged
By those who lack the skill to judge

What it is you do, but you wish
They would take a fresh stab at it,

Since you can’t think of who else would.
As for me and my house, we will

Not serve well to be judged at all.
Oh well. A breeze walks through the door

In hopes of just a bit of shade.
Its whoosh mutes the thoughts of the jays.