Humble Pie
Most, at some time, have eaten humble pie;
it has a bittersweet taste, to be sure;
when it’s served; we feel like we’ll die;
it’s intended as an arrogance, cure.
Circumstances, sometimes, lift us too high;
we’re no longer what we should be;
our consciousness seemed far above the sky;
humble pie is needed, to set us all free.
When arrogant, we view others with contempt;
they lack the intellect to make good decisions;
from such judgements, the arrogant are exempt;
humble pie can make those needed revisions.
How can anyone possess all of life’s answers;
when most, don’t even know the questions;
the brightest, among us, can’t cure all cancers;
most, don’t even have reasonable suggestions.
So, why is it, that we covet a worldly throne;
demanding all others, do as we say;
omniscience is a trait of the Master, alone;
why can’t everyone walk love’s way?
Perhaps, humble pie is what we all need;
our egos are puffed up with pride;
we can be sure that pie will succeed;
eliminating the arrogance, inside.
Beware of the broken promises you make;
tho pie baking grandma is no longer around;
the Master will still serve up humble cake;
when humble pies are no longer found.
Monty 6/27/22. # 1,187