A Balloon Called Pride
Pride is very much like a balloon;
it’s often puffed up with hot air;
often a result of success; too soon;
and everyone knows it’s there.
A hot air balloon keeps on rising;
seemingly out of control;
pride has a tendency of polarizing;
it’s the hot air balloon of the soul.
Success can make us overbearing;
thinking that we know it all;
pride often negates a sense of sharing;
and usually preceeds a fall.
Pride doesn’t have a discernible boundary;
it quickly expands; like that balloon;
inflated by arrogance; not made in a foundry;
some actually think they hung the moon.
Pride is a risk for all those who are able;
for, they are driven to reach the top;
a competitive nature makes them unstable;
reaching the point; they cannot stop.
Pride; like the balloon; can expand too far;
for some have an insatiable thirst;
they can react in a manner, most bizarre;
both; like a bubble, can burst.
Pride can never be mistaken for humility;
it may even be a flaw, from birth;
a prideful soul cannot live in tranquility;
for the meek shall inherit the earth.
Monty 8/22/23. # 1,750