How wise am I?: A poem 

You see the bee that flies 

thinks it can split the skies 

with its sting and eyes 

It believes its life never dies 

You see that tiny ant 

thinks it can scare an elephant 

It believes it is a giant 

more powerful than a tyrant 

You see the hummingbird 

thinks it is so loudly heard 

all over the crowded earth 

That its song has no dearth 

But I ask, what am I worth 

since the moment I took birth? 

Was I loyal to my mother’s skirt? 

Did I think dad looked great in his shirt? 

And I sure did know my size 

And each love in different dyes 

I watched the shining sun rise 

with a wisdom that made me wise