Poem: 2nd Class

People like that make me feel like I'm
in the 2nd tier of humanity.
2nd rate, 2nd class, 2nd place,
with seconds to go.

That guy is 1st class all the way.
Heavy-weight champeen, chess-master,
and Lord of the Warlocks,
all wrapped into one.
He makes it look so easy,
like it's all an accident
that he's got it so good.
Indeed, it does look like an accident.
But I know better.
Nothing that happens in this life is an accident:
It's all a combination of
what you are given for free,
what you do with what you've got,
then what you do with what you get.
That's it, that's all.

Like playing cards;
It's not all luck,
but sometimes strategy counts for nothing.

Now, I guess 2nd class isn't that bad.
It's not 3rd class,
or even any of the many lower unnamed classes
beneath 3rd.
I'd bet, too, that I make other people feel
2nd or even 3rd class sometimes.
That;s something to think on.
Maybe we all just run around in complicated networks,
sometimes feeling lower or higher than others.

Yes, Einstein, there is General Relativity,
Never-the-less someone at any given time
is the richest on Earth,
the oldest human alive,
the most sexually active.
There are real differences, regardless of Relativity.
And we are not all Picasso.
But we all may have one thing in us,
at least,
that is 1st class. Who is to say?

That man, who I'm proud to call my friend,
makes me feel like the 2nd rate human I am.

I think I'm OK with that.
For now.
It may one day lead to 1st class,
or perhaps sag back into 3rd,
we'll see.

For now.
For right now.
2nd class is good enough for me.