On a scale from 1 to 10 I’m an 8
Good at most things but never quite great
Flawed but not appalled
Perfection is fiction even if it exists at all
Above average in height but not tall
Intelligence just below genius
Mild mannered but have moments when I’m the meanest
In the tennis game of life I’m like Venus
Appreciate the greatness of my kin
Congratulate never player hate whenever they win
The point that I’m trying to make
Is I’m okay with being good, but I appreciate the great