A Talent of my Own

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A Talent of my Own

When she puts her pen to paper

The story flows out like liquid words

A river of language, a stream of writing

Falling onto the page like rain

When I put my pen to paper

The words drip slowly, one by one

I squeeze out every drop I have

But still it can’t compare to her

When his paintbrush touches canvas

Like magic, pictures start to form

His brush casts figures onto paper

With a wizard’s spells, he conjures them

When my paintbrush touches canvas

A few sparks fly but nothing more

My wand is broken, spells just sputter

That magic isn’t mine to have

When her fingers brush the keyboard

Music soars beneath her hands

The sounds jump up, the flit and twitter

Beneath her fingers, notes take off

When my fingers brush the keyboard

The song barely makes it off the ground

It trips and falls, its wings to weak

And flutters weakly to the end

Someday she’ll be a famous author

His art will grace the richest walls

She’ll play each night all o’er the country

They share a common trait: greatness

Some day I’ll just be no one, nothing

I never will be good enough

Some day they all will see me wandering

Searching for what to call my own

A joy, a love, a passion to chase

A goal to follow all my life

I’ll search the world for now and ever

Looking for a talent of my own