Talents

I wish that o'er the keyboard I,
Could make my fingers dance and fly.
To gently on the ivories
Sound joyful airy melodies.

Or on a canvas paint a scene
With careful strokes, precise and clean,
That more than simple scene retold,
But moved the soul in color bold.

I'd also like to one day write
A book with all convincing might.
To alter lives and cause new thought,
That by my deed great works be wrought.

But talent great is rather rare
And meted out with such great care,
That those of us of common birth
Do find within a certain dearth.

And so our lot I do suppose
Is to enjoy the work of those
Who have been blessed by touch of fate
And do possess that gift so great.

But don't forget that gifts have all
And everyone a certain call.
And we must each perform our role
To realize the greater whole.