Humility

I flick my handerchief over my shoulder In simulation of Caesar's red cloak, and Imagine I am he and fit to be declared Emperor by the doubting Senate. Yet my pale square of cloth remains Pale, and does not assume the hue of Blood; the ironic destiny of Caesar's Red cloak. No, there is no transformation For I am not Caesar, and my simple cloak Remains a lesser hue and I, ordinary. Render unto Caesar, that which is Caesar's; And Caesar is no ordinary man, though he Proclaims it so and refuses a crown. My pale Cloak remains pale, for I am no Caesar.