Life tells of many virtues
Being humble is one of the few,
But life’s yet to teach me
how Humble works in lieu.
I do not know
How and when to have
Consciousness of what I ought to be,
Being true is what they ask of me
But honestly,
that is often a lie.
A terribly costly fee,
It is to be free;
And as life serves its many tumbles,
There’s where anger
Rolls in with giant rumbles,
That’s where, as I stumble
I learn not to grumble;
And maybe that is where
Humble lay,
Amongst all that jumble.
It confuses me,
Telling someone else
They’ve done splendid
While most days I stand waiting,
While all you wanted
Was a praise or few,
Is that being humble?
I do not understand,
Though many have told me
I should join the Humble band,
And say how little I brag,
But little does it register
There’s nothing to yap on about,
So is it being humble
Or is it me trying not to fumble
With how insecure I am.
Humble ©️2020 Jana Pelzom
I was trying to figure out the difference between being humble and being insecure and not knowing if you have anything to even be proud of. I understand what it is, it’s just the line gets so vague. What do you all think?