Seeking Talent

Sitting by, feeling forlorn,

Looking back at the days that'd gone

And knowing, that things have changed,

That I can never return to where I once was again.

I've moved to a new beginning,

Encountered people with much talent,

Tried copying them all, I did, striving to add meaning

To what I do, yet I remained fallen.

The spoken words, the written letters:–

It all left me in a marvel, mouth agape,

The wonderful understanding! What poise and confidence it delivers!

The speaker, the owner of talent – I want his thinking cap.

But oh wait! What's that?

A man so fluent in reasoning without the need for pen-down line!

Thus, a chord struck as quickly as lightning would in my head:

Could I make his talent mine?

Yet the truth remains that I can speak,

I can write and I can read,

So as I was about to aim for the lead

I thought, Why make my future seem so bleak?

The world's talents lie not in a single soul;

That is why I can't aspire to have them all.

God's grace should have been enough to realise in contrary,

My talent lies simply in being

Me.