Swallowed By Pride
Often we speak of swallowing our pride;
as though it’s a form of food;
but, we’re speaking, of setting egos aside;
it’s much more about our mood.
Pride often has an unquenchable thirst;
nothing ever seems enough;
even the rich, quite often seem cursed;
life was meant to be tough.
Pride is an arrogance; not found endearing;
dismissive toward the meek;
like a storm cloud; suddenly appearing;
its whirlwind; many will wreak.
We speak of having pride in our work;
in everything, that we do;
whether an artist; or simply a clerk;
arrogance often comes through;
Pride becomes the meal we’ve swallowed;
but, often pride swallows us;
no longer, an example to be followed;
pride throws us under the bus.
A servant should have pride in the Master;
for he is the Lord of All;
but, self pride often leads to disaster;
the prelude to every fall.
Pride wasn’t meant as a food to eat;
nor, in it; should we abide;
false pride always leads to defeat;
once, swallowed by pride.
Monty 4.9.26. # 3,240