Deep in my soul I know.
It is not talent I have.
Gifted is not even close.
I rate as ‘good’ only.
Hard work to be at ‘good’.
Even this I cannot take credit.
Those talented and gifted,
They too put in hard work.
Some days talent emerges.
And I preen like a peacock.
How smug is that.
Someone, anyone, smack me.
To be on par, I wish.
Talented, sometimes
Gifted, just a dream.
A genius, stop dreaming.
“A Jack of all trades,
Master of none” …that’s me.
I can do lots of things.
My best is with hard work.
When most days I struggle.
Hard work pulls me through.
‘Good’ is as far as I’ve gotten.
Talented, gifted, genius….I wish.
By C.E. Pereira
(31-1-2016)
HoneyGwhiz 