So Many People

So many people do things That they don’t do very well. The strangest part, to me, is that They often cannot tell. You know the type – the artists, cooks And entertainers, too, Who proudly peddle or perform But haven’t got a clue. They’re lucky to be unaware That talent they do lack And if they face rejection, well, They’ll give it one more crack. Yet if they get enjoyment From their hobby or their work, Perhaps that self-indulgence Is sufficient as a perk.