My door when it is open,
Is not done to invite disrespect.
And if it closes upon anyone,
That comes from a reaction I did get.
Some have accused me of having ego,
Because what I do is at my best.
I've studied with interest what I deliver.
And I expect nothing less.
Since teachers I had would not accept,
Mediocrity.
It took many lessons,
For me to make what I do look easy.
With devotion and focus and sacrifice too.
Many can not connect...
The importance of being mentally and physically,
Disciplined...
With respect.
And this in my mind I can not tolerate.
Especially from those who are creative...
Who do not appreciate,
Their blessings given to neglect.
Some have accused me of having ego,
Because What I do is at my best.
And my best from myself I expect.
Taking years not days or hours...
To satisfy,
And...
With no rest to get.
I wish it was 'ego'.
It would be easier on me,
To get the attention...
And a lot more sleep.
Some believe those creative,
Can do without.
For an exchange of accolades,
Sought to seek by those reeking of ego.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem