Thank God For The Critics

It use to bother me when I heard others say, Who did or did not have talent. And I believe one who breathes has skills, Of some kind. I like to stay in that frame of mind. Then it dawned on me, If those who had time to speak negatively... Of course they would have time to pass judgement too. And with a 'light' of insight, I was introduced! 'These are the critics! Enjoy.' And they seem to despise those who have gifts, That attracts the attention they wish their efforts could. If efforts of creativity within them exists. Rehearsed and practiced until they are driven into fits. But they don't work at it. To know the experience. Nor the requirements of self examination and honesty. With a mix of naïveté and vulnerability unbelieved. Keeping an accepted freshness alive. And talents shine when this is done! This also inspires and encourages at least 'someone'. Thank God for the critics. And those with talents who are inspired to resist, The exchange done of sharp tongues. And those with frowning lips.