If I’d only been given an artist’s gift;
my paintings impresss every eye;
I’d have power; other spirits to lift;
selling paintings, for which to die.
If I’d been given skills to catch a ball;
several touchdowns I’d score each game;
I would have the attention of one and all;
and everyone would know my name.
If I’d been handed gifts to make money;
I could help countless people in trouble;
and marry a beautiful woman; a honey;
and in no time that income would double.
If I knew the answers to everyone’s questions;
I’d become the envy of every woman and man;
instead, I’m a failure; in all directions;
I’m a couch potato who simply does what he can.
If I’d been given a great gift of song;
in front of thousands or more I’d perform;
or a politician who would just go on and on;
and many of the laws, I’d reform.
Instead, it seems clear that my only gift;
an ability most people are given;
a gift called love; other’s spirits to lift;
and, to a life of frustration, I’m driven.
Why did God forsake me; what was He thinking?
My lack of giftedness has led me to drift;
it’s almost enough to lead me to drinking.
It’s clear, to me, I’ve been given the wrong gift.