Humility

Watch a seagull fly,

Eye must not cry.

Feet webbed to the earth,

I sometimes overestimate my worth - 

Remember good works on three fingers,

Evil on hands and feet,

Yet I try to seem sweet

But the aftertaste lingers

And my head remembers

Failings and fumblings, footfaults and falls.

But kind people speak to me

And I forget I am humble.

I can never see

How I can be excellent

And never realise or say

But still I pray.