The Agony Of Being Humble
You can say anything you wish about me.
by Lawrence S. Pertillar
But know this...
When I discovered to find,
Initiative and confidence as a benefit...
I realized I had so much,
I could give some away.
So what do I do?
Being the giver that I am?
I began to give admirers my gifts.
With no expectations.
I am accused of being selfish and egotistical.
'Thank you for your 'gift'?
Where do you expect me to hang,
An 8 by 10 inch framed picture?
And, it's of you?
Has it been oil painted? '
That's what I'm saying.
I can't get anyone to admit,
They appreciate what it is I do.
And if it had been a mural,
Oil painted or not...
Immediately they would rush,
To hang it right on the wall in their bedroom.
I'm left to suffer through my humility.
Left to question myself,
~Why do you even bother to share? ~
The agony of being 'humble',
Is much too emotional for me.
I'm sure there are only a few living to exist,
Tolerating this kind of torment.
'You can't be serious?
Are you crying? '
No. Not really.
I am not crying 'that' kind of cry.
I'm just overwhelmed by your re-action.
Full with joy I am.
This too shall pass.~
Who is it that said...
Abundance shared is abundance spread?
~You did. You just said that.~
There's nothing like having an intelligent conversation.