Things are not always what they seem
As indispensable yourself you must never deem
For while you feel all-important
To acknowledge you the other party is reluctant
Soot that you are:
You are dispensable.
The cold is past;
Even firewood is now dispensable
And change being the only unchanging
Priorities have changed
For dead Joseph has been replaced
By a Pharaoh estranged
So that while you gloat over your achievement
The world around you experiences a revolution
Soon there's a new development
And you are no longer the solution
Better to let the world praise you
Than to praise yourself
For they decide when praise is due
And when you ought to comport yourself
Next time your achievements all doth behold
And with satisfaction you beam
Remember that all that glitters is not gold
That things are not always what they seem!
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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