Back in my youth
I was a bit uncouth
but as I aged
I became engaged
with steely nerves,
vigorous verve
and zippy zest
when at my best
to attract attention.
Sometime later
I became curator,
to a boastful braggart
with a snazzy swagger,
nourishing and flourishing
an annoyant flamboyant
that could sting and zing
while proffering to sing
"How Great I Art."
Given time
I became more sublime
majestically magnetic,
electrically aesthetic,
gorgeous and grand
with august command
magnificently resplendent
and totally transcendent.
Like Ali - I am the Greatest.
Then, I awakened
stirred not shaken
with no friends
I could depend
to stand by me
when analytically
my self-centeredness
endeared no tenderness.
leaving me, as he,
stating, "Woe is me!"
(Hamlet)