Greatness
Was I destined for greatness?
Maybe I'll never truly know.
I looked up to the world and said,
"I have time—just need to keep up."
I was good at a few things,
And I believed I had a chance.
But the days passed, one by one,
Until my dreams were just a handful.
I was captivated by the aura—
The riches, the prima donnas.
I mimicked their ways,
What was there to be seen
By the time my youth knocked,
I knew I had missed the bus.
But I had to make it big—
Though where and how, I didn’t know.
I donned hats and changed coats,
Seeking the alchemist within.
And then, my prime arrived—
But I was nowhere, listed under 30s.
I saw a light and tread cautiously,
Clinging to what I had gathered,
What I had valued, garnered —
Better than many, but worse than a few.
I am still far from my best.
Have I given my all? Not yet.
But to my child—oh, to my child—
I give the fullest part of me.
Still, I aim to grow, to rise, to summit
Some Everest, somewhere, someday.
For now, I know there’s more—
Much more—than what we see.
Not all glory is great and high,
And the good isn’t always small.
You simply have to stay at it,
Honesty and sincere, thereabout.
To give yourself a chance.
A chance at the glory shot.
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