“The greatest tragedy is when the prince believes he is a peasant.”

~ Chassidic master Rabbi Aaron of Karlin

A duck is a duck

and that’s why I’m stuck

quacking and flapping

at all my poor luck.

For I can’t really fly

nearly as high

as those who are fond  

of touching the sky.

Yet since my birth

there’s this mirth

of thinking that maybe

there’s more to my worth. 

To the point the day came

that a crow came to complain

and with real nerve

called me insane.

But then quipped a seagull:

“You really are regal

given the fact

you were born an eagle!”