I sometimes like to look at me
And I am satisfied with all I find.
I have no flaw as far as I can see.
Although it seems I'm half divine,
When others ask I always try to say
That I am neither great nor well but fine.
And if it were a miserable day
You'd never know by simply walking by
Unless I thought that you were one who'd stay
And listen past the what to hear the why
(Since more than those that care to know will ask,
I must craft the right reply.)
But if I didn't feel up to the task
Because my burdens were too much to bear,
The first unlucky soul to pass
Would hear me tell so much beyond my share
Of life's abundant grief it would seem unfair
~Joey46556