Nothing for good
By privaterevolt
Sat, 24 Oct 2009
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Ingenius I’m sure I said to Mom
I never got that kind of help
What is it that I am to be good at?
I can’t paint a picture or knit a hat
Nor paint a wall or create a masterpiece
I can’t play guitar or bang a drum
I am as ever the odd one out
‘The middle child’
Always forgotten
‘You just seemed to get on with it’
But where was the choice
The determination
Jack of all trades
But not even that
Forgotten
And now it’s self pity
What a shame
Have a blart
Good for nothing
Nothing for good
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