My glory days were when I was in primary school,
I was a very large fish in a languished pond.
I really was too big for my own boots,
oozing confidence, borderline arrogant,
occasionally over-stepping that line,
I was usually number one or close enough,
when it came to studies and sports.
But then I grew too big for that teeny weeny pond,
I embarked to unknown territory,
and the terrors of secondary school,
which as it turned out,
was in fact not a pond,
but a very large ocean,
and I soon drowned,
with the faint realisation,
that I was far out of my depth.
no longer was I mister number one,
at sports or studies,
I was left under no illusion as to how average I was,
and I came to envy and resent those who were no doubt better than I,
but arrogantly forthcoming about the whole affair,
just as irritating as I suspect I was,
when I was the king fish of the pond.
It just goes to show,
life comes in swings and roundabouts,
its up and down and spun all over,
wear modesty like a badge of honour,
you achieved while in duty in a very ****** war,
for modesty will set you apart,
modesty will make you human,
and you never know when you will slip,
from a king on a throne,
to a dog on the stone cold floor.