How were they so Great?
Did they study harder than me?
Did they work harder than me?
What made them so capable of Intelligence?
These questions haunted me
As I turned over the pages
Of the autobiography of Marie Curie
And her husband, the famous scientists.
Why couldn’t I accomplish something like them?
Would I ever be known for any Achievement?
Would I ever be recognized the world over?
How did they do what they did?
Time was running out
Lunch was almost over
I had to read quickly
Or I would be late to class
What if I never achieved such Mastery?
Maybe I’m not meant to be so Bright?
Why can’t I discover radioactive elements?
Maybe, I just need to focus on the light.
I find myself pondering the same questions often, even as old as I am!
The last line really helps pull the poem together. Think about expanding on that thought, either with another stanza or in a companion poem.
For sure Donna! Thank you for your thoughts 🙂