I have never been an arrogant person.
For much of my life I’ve been shy,
Afraid to exude confidence.
Pride does not come to me willfully.
It sneaks up like a mouse in the night.
It catches me unaware, surmising me
When it calls my name.
Even though I’ve accomplished much in my life,
I seldom take an opportunity to brag.
Instead, when I do speak, I do so quietly
With an unassuming air
Because even I am surprised when
Something goes well.
There have been times when I wanted to shout out,
To proclaim loudly those things that
Fill me with pride,
But I haven’t.
I realize now, at my age,
That I have much to be proud of.
Every day of life fills me with such joy,
Such a feeling of accomplishment
That I want to brag about simply being here
On this earth.
Today I am bragging, just a little,
Because I am alive.