Setting the World on Fire
I sit here in my worn-out clothes,
Surrounded by elegance and prose.
With creative people all around,
Their words so refined, their talents profound.
I sip my iced tea with a grateful heart,
For finally, fortune has played its part.
But I still feel a bit out of place,
Among such talent, in this refined space.
Yet amidst the beauty, I find my voice,
In the pain and struggle, in the hard choice.
For, I find, within this polished view,
My truth and honesty still ring true.
So here I am, in my ragged attire,
Among the creatives setting the world on fire.
I may not fit the fashion’s decree,
But my words are as true as they can be.
