This Week’s SS lesson (Download phone app.) on Self-esteem, reminds me of a poem I wrote, several years ago while living in Fort Worth, Texas. As a kid, I was a big sports fan. I would read the sports standings in the paper everyday, and somehow thought that the cities with first place teams were somehow living a higher existence and breathing different air than the rest of us. Years later, when I became a Christian book salesman, reality started to set it. I was leading my conference in sales, but somehow I was still breathing the same air everybody else breathed. I was no better than anybody else. Then I moved to the Dallas-Fort Worth area about the time the Dallas Cowboys won their last two Superbowls. I then realized my how wrong I was as a kid. The grass was no greener after Dallas won the superbowl than it was before. The air was the same too. Funny thing too, when the Cowboys failed to make the playoffs the grass did not fade. Win or lose, succeed or fail, people are people. We are all just people. Likewise, when I was leading my conference in sales I was no more or less a person than I was the next year when I did not lead the conference in sales.
Back in 2003, I wrote this poem, illustrating how we are all just people no worse or better than anybody else. It doesn’t rhyme at the beginning but does at the end. Weird, I don’t know why I did it that way.
It’s Just me
I’ve been chauffeured in the back seat of a Cadillac.
I’ve been behind the wheel of an old Volkswagen Beetle.
I’ve eaten in fancy restaurants with all my friends.
I’ve eaten peanut butter and jelly sandwiches all alone.
But all in all I’m just me, it’s just me.
I’ve laughed out loud with the rest of the crowd.
I’ve cried alone where no one else could hear.
I’ve been in first place at the end of a race.
I’ve been so far behind, when will this game just end?
But after all is said and done, I’m just me, it’s just me.
I preached sermons that have moved congregations to tears.
I have preached sermons that have lulled congregations to sleep!
My friends have given me too much praise for a human being.
My adversaries have given me too much criticism, give me a break!
But at the end of it all, I’m just me; it’s just me.
Into every life a little rain and sunshine must fall.
Sometimes I feel small, and other times I feel tall.
I’m no more a person when I do well.
I’m no less a person when I fail.
But either way, I’m just me; it’s just me.
So don’t think that I am perfect all of the time.
Surely you don’t expect all my poems to rhyme.
I often succeed, but I also fail time and again.
Please don’t praise or condemn, just be my friend.
Because win or lose, I’m just me, it’s just me.