A Person of Superior Quality

She compliments me

She says she admires my work

I laugh on the inside

but outwardly am pleasant

She does not realize 

that I am a mere dilettante

of the weakest kind

While she is a talent in every field

Every day she works  

she leaps and bounds

She surpasses me somehow

and I watch from my plateau 

As she flies away


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