jacks of all trades, masters of none,
they have the whole world as they always must run
from hither to thither in a triumphant frenzy
from hobby to fancy, from others’ green envy.
they dance; they can sing; they’re intelligent, too;
of them it is said, ‘there is no one like you;
you have the potentials and gifts of this life;
you know and care not for the focused one’s strife.’
for not only that; they may calculate well,
and know the great stories and trends and can tell
when people are lying or people are loving,
when people are sly or they really know nothing.
yet of all of the things others often don’t see,
the jacks of all trades have a burden to keep–
for though such great worlds may look well within reach,
we know every glimpse is the shore of a beach
that goes beyond anything we can chase after:
the forests, the plains, of the ace and the master.
your hands and your mind will only just carry
the joys of a new thrill before they will tarry
and look for another event to call home,
which is why, really really, we do each to their own.
and which is why everyone should really just be thankful for what they can do.