To Be Center Of Attention

Poem By Francis Duggan

To be center of attention this is their choice
The people who love the sound of their own voice
The shy and the humble always seem to lose out
And are left to wallow in their own self doubt
It is hardly stating anything that is new
To say the humble of mind are in the too few
In a World where many for attention compete
In every social occasion where people do meet
I can only admire those of little to say
Who manage for to keep their egos at bay
Though others their praises never may sing
They live in their own way and do their own thing
They never walk with a swagger when on the street
And they leave it to others for attention to compete.

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