Everybody has a talent the wise say,
I have seen it proved day after day.
The ways of the Universe are funny,
As easy to understand as a hangover after a single martini!
Just when you think you have learnt the lesson,
A new twist hits you right from oblivion.
My friend, he sings and strums the guitar,
I tried to give him company, ended up making him a star.
I handled the guitar, tried the rythm
All I managed to do was to confuse him.
He sang a bit, I croaked along,
The applause was more for my walking off, than for his song.
Nowadays I write my poems and have wise people read them,
They review it and laugh their heads off their brainstem!
I dare say my job is to spread a smile and a laugh,
The intention is all there, the 'talent' is the missing half.
I have become the inspiration for many...
I have bagged the award for upcoming poetic tyranny.
My talent is not for poetry, I have been told,
That might be true, but I have chosen to be bold.
The poetry should go on, so has the decision been...
Shall we settle for two slices of laughter with a drop of wisdom in between?
(My dear friends, thank you for all your comments and words of encouragement and i hope
this poem supports the fact that next to love, humo(u)r is the most potent and powerful
emotion worth pursuing. This is my tribute to you,my patient reader.)