I'm sure you don't know it, but I have a problem I struggle each day to resolve.
This problem, I'll tell you (for I'm sure you've not noticed) Is I'm cursed with knowing it all.
I carry a burden so heavy and cumbersome, I'm grateful for you that it's rare.
Because people don't care if you know it all - Unless they know, too, that you care.
HUMILITY'S HEADACHES
I try to be humble - I know it's a virtue Each fella should strive to achieve. But humble ain't easy when genius controls you And brilliance is all you conceive.
I've never attempted a goal so elusive As hard as it is to admit. So I must concede that at one thing I'm failing. Humility's mantles don't fit.
Just kidding - God resisteth the proud, but giveth grace unto the humble - James 4:6b
SELF PORTRAIT
My ears stick out - I know it's true, I'll bet you wish that yours did, too.
My nose is short, but what of that - At least it isn't smashed real flat.
My curly hair's a mop with spikes, I'm never sure what I'll look like.
I don't have much to sit upon, But I'm just glad it's not all gone.
Each part may look a little queer, But overall I have no peer.
MY SIN
I don't drink or run around, But I eat cherries by the pound.
I don't smoke and I don't chew, But I eat plums and oranges, too.
I don't pop pills and I don't toke, But I'll eat apples 'till I choke.
Don't lie a-bed 'till half past three, But might kill for a strawberry.
No common vices do me in, But just like Eve, fruit is my sin.
Reflections in a Cracked Mirror