Ode to My Modesty (Which Is Obviously Supreme)

Prompt: What’s the trait you value most about yourself?

Of all my traits, both bold and bright,
One shines with understated light.
It’s not my charm, nor dashing grace,
(Though frankly, I could win that race).

It’s not my wit, though razor-sharp,
Nor how I play the angel’s harp.
It’s not my art, divine and grand,
Or how I fix things with one hand.

No, friends, the trait that tops the rest,
The one that truly makes me best,
Is modesty. I’m humbly proud
To stand apart from every crowd.

I never boast, I never brag,
I simply let my virtues flag.
I’d list them all, but that’s not me,
I’m far too meek for vanity.

My humbleness? A quiet roar.
It whispers, “Wow,” then asks for more.
I’m lowly, yes, but quite elite,
A paradox that’s hard to beat.

So if you ask what makes me shine,
It’s how I don’t say, “I’m divine.”
I’m modest, humble, pure, and true,
And frankly, better than all of you.


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