I am no diamond,
no gem, nor sane,
nor a narcissist if such
becomes my name...
For my flawlessness is known by all
it is the reason for your fall,
where you lack I excel
and where you wish i had failed
i prevailed as well
all is within my grasp of time
for anything that takes you years
takes me a moment all the time.
When you tried to learn
French through the book,
and practiced and practiced
through wind and rain, you failed
to ask of my help, and seemed insane
for not realizing
languages are learned faster not through books
but by speech, speech which you lacked
when i had mastered french in days three.
When you endeavored for possibly a scholastic pursuit
you failed once more to speak my name.
and did not learn much of Russian hymns
except they were supposedly not worth your time.
At last you seemed to accept defeat
if your next feat were to fail
You were to learn how to fly through hurdles
but fell as soon as your own girdle
unlashed revealing all your ware
for the plebians to come and stare.
And reddened were you when you noticed the wind
reached somewhere it had not been.
So when you finally asked for help
it was too late to cry, to yelp
for i moved on and left the charades
leaving your shadows the only guests
to watch your play. At first i laughed, but then
felt pity....for unlike I, you were flawed
like a bookshelf half crafted by a blunt saw...
and when I tarried on with my day...
i never saw you again since that May.