Well, sir, I sing but I'm not a singer and I write but I'm no writer. This could go on for paragraphs, nay pages. Truth is, sometimes I feel inadequate. I've had lots of jobs over the years. Some of them I think I've done reasonably well.
Seems to me we're all worth about the same thing.
Around this time of year I tend to worry about the dogs and cats in shelters. The folks in nursing homes, too. Don't get me started on the children in orphanages. Use your love to make it a holiday.