I use to believe,
Those deluded by fantasy...
Were the ones that had 'the problem'.
But as I have gotten older...
Although no less opinionated,
Now I can see those with 'the problem'
Are those who have discovered reality.
Since they are totally outnumbered.
And today my dilemma lies,
As to whom I should sympathize.
Having been declared 'unusual' at a young age,
Has had its benefits.
I have been accused of being deluded,
By those who try but can not escape from reality.
And yet,
I have managed to keep my unusualness intact.
How about that?
Please.
This is embarrassing.
I am overwhelmed.
No applause or standing ovations needed.
You may take your seats.
'Geeessshhh.
You reek of humility.'
It's a gift I try not to expose.
However...
I do admit some flirting done,
With a flaunting of it!
'Geeesus! '
No!
No-no.
I am not 'that' carried away!
Even though I have been called...
'A miracle.'
Hmmm...
I see I'm not the only one around here,
With talents and gifts!
'Or delusional.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Dad, you told me long ago about apples and trees, and bees that sting...iip it was a long swim across that pond..