Jack of all trades,master of none Poem, by Ociel, at My poetic side

I can strongly relate to the phrase

“Jack of all trades, master of none.”

I loved singing

in a room full of people

who had never sung before

I thought I was good,

until I heard someone better.

I picked up sports,

ran across courts with pride,

but the moment someone outran me,

that pride quietly died.

I could sketch—

Imperfect but mine

until I saw hands

Whose strokes would shine

I realized that my hands drew nothing but imperfect lines.

I could knit beautiful scarves,

threading love and warmth into every stitch

but then I saw someone

weave stories that spoke out loud,

rich beyond reach.

I could do it all,

Name it,

Singing and dancing or drawing and knitting.

You name it.

But I could never call it mine,

Cuz even though i could do it,

I never really shined

Now i wonder—

will I ever find

a single thing,

I can truly call mine?

Or is it just who I've become—

A jack of all trades,

a master of none.

Comments +

sorenbarrett March 22nd, 2026 15:02
A poem that emphasizes the need to be the best at something. I gave up on that years ago. There will always be someone better in a world of eight billion the odds are pretty small and that doesn't count coming and past generations. It is better far to be a generalist in a world of specialists what happened to the doctor you knew and trusted could call and get in the same day. He may not be able to do brain surgery but likely I won't need it. When you work your muscles they told me not to overdevelop one part it will look weird and will cause you trouble develop them all the same. Maybe not the biggest biceps but at least they are all in proportion. A good write in a world where everyone wants to be known for something.

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