Each one of us thinks greatness has <br />without much open razzmatazz <br />been resident within our minds. <br />So when we sit on our behinds <br />sheer brilliance leaves like morning dew <br />and paints the world a gentle blue. <br />So, question not, accept that we <br />dwell always in the gallery. <br />Like paintings in the homes of Czars <br />or vintage wines in noble bars <br />our genius, given right at birth <br />makes us the talents of this earth. <br /> <br />Needless to say I do not speak <br />of the majority who seek <br />their admiration from their peers <br />while wallowing in morbid fears. <br /> <br />And give to me a generous budget <br />trust me. It's poetry. I'll judge it.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-few-of-us/
