You are not just and only.
You are not just someone lonely,
You are more than you can know,
Your life is not some sordid show.
Be as much as you can be,
Wake up and say, this is me,
Be proud of exactly what you are,
But don’t spread yourself too far.
Don’t focus on what your not,
Because of that there is a lot.
You’re not the best at anything,
But to me you’re everything.
People’s socks can tell you lots,
About what they are and what they’re nots,
About whats they locks In a personal box,
And their bumps, bruises, scrapes and knocks.
Holes in people’s soles-
The trim upon the rim-
The bow that points the toe-
The hue beneath the shoe.
But what can tell you more,
Rather than staring at the floor,
Is some pleasant conversation
With your fellow homosapien
I do by no means wish to brag,
When I tell you of a simple snag
Some people run and jump and kick
I could hardly fetch a stick.
Letters and numbers came easily
I never confuse ‘us’, ‘you’ and ‘we’
And although I’m no prodigy
I’m firmly in bracket A* to C
But, you see, I have two left feet
I’m all too familiar with defeat
Throwing and catching, not my forte
I express myself in a different way
One plus ten might be eleven
With me on your team is like playing with seven
I’m much more at home behind a desk
Me exercising is a sight quite grotesque
When one is aware of ones personal gifting
They can finally focus rather than drifting
Away from what you truly enjoy
And finally live under your own employ