I don’t have to be strikingly beautiful,
Or more exquisite than words can say.
I needn’t be looked at as perfect
In every conceivable way.
It’s okay if I’m not thought an entity
Of unimaginable worth.
I don’t mind if I’m not the greatest thing
That ever hit planet earth.
I can live without being a creature
Of distinction beyond belief—
With persona so utterly dazzling,
Lesser beings only weep with grief.
I never needed to describe myself
With such egocentric vernacular.
I’m quite satisfied with the way I am:
Purely, and simply, spectacular.
Image is found at Kadacat's Flickr link at:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/kadacat/1801256805/
The poems are spectacular indeed my friend, and this is no exception.