Talent Poem by Adeola Olayisade

We dream of talents
Hoping to be creative...
Just like people around us
Admired actors
Followed the trend yet became spectators.....
Admired musicians
Tried singing but was not appreciated
Admired d artistes
But the ink would not bleed
We tried the strings: we Flopped: The Guitars ceased... The flutes failed...
Yet I saw them playwell,
They are not gods we say...
We admired them
Tried to be like them
But not working out
Then we see the poets
The talented writers
We also admired them
Tried to write the muse flopped...
Got the lines wrong
Tried writing stories,
But not well structured
So what's special about them
Are these people gods?
Are they born special?
Why were we created,
Empty without talent...
Who is to be blamed....?