My Talent Search

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.)