If you should ask me if I’m a genius,
I’d laugh and deny that claim.
I make too many mistakes,
and often forget my name.
Why do some people think I’m smart
When I’m listening as they speak?
Is it because I nod my head
and agree with things they say?
Or do they wonder why
There’s much I seem to know?
I made mistakes when I was young,
I’m surprised I was allowed to grow.
Those errors became experiences,
And experiences made me look wise.
All I had to do was sit quietly.
It was a simple disguise.
Yet there was more that I learned
If I wanted the impression to last.
I surrounded myself with intelligent people,
Who became my supporting cast.
if you think I am too smart for you
Then I am exceedingly sad.
But you still talk and share with me
That makes me exceedingly glad.