Though I have neither the heartOf an evil man nor a priest
Don’t glorify my gifts from the start
Nor count me among the last or least
I am what I am
And that is all I am
Though I have neither the hands
Of a master or a poet laureate
Don’t think or seek to understand
For I have not told my story yet
I am what I am
And that is all I am
1 comment:
Simple, but full of dignity.
Neither conceited, nor humbled.
Like poet, like poem.
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