I'm not the best at what I do.
My skills are not of multitude.
My jokes are not the wittiest,
And my face is not the prettiest,
But I'll give myself the credit due.
I will definitely go an extra mile
To make anyone I meet smile.
And for friends who remind me of my worth,
I try to fill their days with mirth.
I always try to be someone kind
Because I know people like that are hard to find,
And, well, it isn't difficult to see,
That there is no one else I'd rather be.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem