I am not the one for whom poets have written psalms about,
Nor am I a warrior praised for her unwavering stout,
nor am I the Belle of the ball,
neither owner of a magnificent manor and hall,
I haven't received accolades for my inspiring intellect,
nor have I moved masses by my euphoric dialect,
yet I am proud of what I am, undettered by my own mundanity,
for why shall I accept judgment from all of humanity,
who here is devoid of flaws, a perfect being,
answer truthfully, the Divine Eye is seeing,
Self-acceptance the rarest virtue,
lies but only in a few,
and those lucky souls have but the world at their feet,
eternal peace, unlimited joy and a royal seat,
so what if I am jack of all trades master of none,
time will prove its still better than master of one.
©candoura
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