You may be quite good even great at what you do
But remember there are some as good as you
And though at present you may be the best
From self praise at times your tongue does need a rest.
At number one the present best one will not stay
He or she to another must give way
Self promotion it does seem your greatest skill
Let others sing your praises if they will.
Too much self love is never a good thing
Our own praises are so easy to sing
And when you put down others to build your self esteem
As a person you are not good it does seem.
To your higher self you only can be true
And give others the respect that they are due
To the Reaper's scythe you too destined to fall
There is a last day and night for us all.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.