The Best Version Of Me Poem by Ulysses Cabinatan

I’m thankful that He made me the way I am

I can’t imagine myself

if He made me like Alexander the Great

or He made me like Socrates

I guess He made the best version of me

not so well known

but happy and contented on my own.



I don’t know what if He made me like Gandhi

Surely it’s not me anymore

so instead of questioning why He didn’t made me

as handsome as the mythical Narcissus or Adonis
or as powerful as Napoleon
I know I am blessed because he made me

to be the best version of me.



He doesn’t made all the flowers to be daisies

Some are roses, some are tulips, and some are lilies

He doesn’t made all the birds to be eagles

some are bluebirds, and some are falcons

So thankful for the diversity

Brown, red, yellow, beige, white, black or blue

I’m thankful for the variety

for the wealth in diversity

and I know this is the best version of me.



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*He in the poem pertains to the source of everything, not really a male/female.: D