Kings of Mediocrity
They all hold me in fascination
For I have none of the above
But on them I want to ride the life’s curve
That I didn’t want to squish
So, I played along with my own farce
More I tried, the more they became scarce
That I had overplayed my hand
We might be created equal in the whole
But this world isn’t the same for each soul
Read well and improve my minds diet
Talk less and listen more they said
But all they wanted was for me to play dead
Just to speak I had a whole tribe to betray
Some were blessed with a prophecy
While I was just cursed with mediocrity
I see no reason for it to hide
Soon this curse will be a badge of honor
While I dump those decrees at the next corner
-hashcash
"cursed with mediocrity"
Love it! Fantastic way to phrase it.
Good thing is the internet was invented for everyone to overcome their mediocrity and rise above. We can study any topic and dig deeper than any university book would allow us. It even gives us a platform to express our thoughts and feelings, with the odd chance that every once in a while something ingenious might come out of it. Like this here poem.
hey, @hashcash.
I'm not sure who the person cursed with mediocrity is supposed to be, but I don't think it's you. :) Even if it sounds like you want to own it anyway.
Great poem with heart and rhythm.
I think any talent I might have now has taken years to develop. Sometimes decades. There are some I wish I could make better, like drawing. But I don't think that's going to happen. I don't have the patience. My imagination is larger than my ability. In other words, we all have some level of mediocrity to overcome. So, we wear it like a badge of honor. :)
Dude you have no idea how good it feels to know that somebody sees the same thing here that I can as well.
Well, I think I am, especially if you say so. :)
We're just never going to be good in everything, and there are some things, like being a good person and honoring family that are typically going to be more important anyway. So talent without love or compassion for others is wasted. Or at least, it's not as good as it could be otherwise.
But we all have something we can do that we can also improve on. That's where I'm trying to get to myself.
nice poetry @hashcash
Glad that you like it :-)
cool poem!
Thanks!