I am special
That's right
Everything I have done may have been done before
And a million times better
But never with so much love or thought
Care and attention
For the people I call my family
I have children, three
I have an alright car that sometimes on cold days doesn't run
I have a job I love and it pays peanuts
But I wake up every morning excited about my work
Bursting with passion and ideas
Not many people can say that
My degree is on hold
I won't ever be a lawyer, a doctor, an executive
I'm leaving that to others who desire that kind of life
Besides I am already each of those titles, in my own special way
Lawyer when I defend my child against playground bullies
My kisses heal the bloodiest of grazes better than any medicine known to man
And I run a successfull and thriving company I call home
I do write poetry and play guitar (badly)
So do many people
Like the guy living in the apartment below yours
But he doesn't write poems and songs for the people I love
His music and rhyme doesn't touch those closest to me
The way my words and melodies reach them
And he doesn't tenderly sing them back to sleep at 2am
When they wake screaming, being chased by dinosaurs
Or wild brown bears in space rockets
I didn't backpack through Europe I travelled in style
At the enormous expense of my parents
For which I am ever grateful
But has left me no more cultured or refined
Than Cheryl next door who has travelled no further than Hull
Pidgeon French is all I know
Enough to awkwardly order a beer and a cheese sandwich
And say thank you and goodbye
I've never written a book
But if I write about all the tradgedy in my life
And all the happiness too
I dare say I have one 'in me'
But it won't be anything you haven't already heard
And will only mean something to me
I don't want to be famous
To those I know and love, I already am
And for your information
Nine year olds can be Tai Kwon Do black belts
I should know
The rest of the world may not give a shit
My own little world cares deeply
That's good enough for me
So I may have never suffered famine
I may not ever have to kill
I may have only recently seen the sun rise above the town I call mine
I may run away from burning buildings
I may only eat food with a sell by date
I may only witness riots from a safe distance on the news
I may never compose a symphony
I am mediocre
But I am still special
To my children, who hang on my every word
To my partner, who cherishes my soul
To my family, who love me regardless
To my friends, who are there for me at every turn
To them I am special and everything
And who needs to be special to the rest of the world
When you have that?
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