Graceful Dancers
Graceful dancers,
I am clumsy in Oxfords.
Little birds,
I cannot fly.
I can sing;
But I am no Prima Donna .
I can think;
But I am not Aristotle.
I can dance;
But I am no ballerina.
I have a pen;
But I cannot write.
I wrote the original version of this poem May 2006 in my Creative Writing Class and I feel it expresses my frustration nicely. Then and now I see people around me who excel at things all their own. I have talent in many areas but none that I myself excel in. I'm an artistic jack of all trades. The first four lines didn't fit with the rest of the poem. They still don't flow as they ought to but it's better than it was.
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