PRIDE

Look at the man,

So proud of himself,

Always thinking he can,

Speaking with so much guts like a peacock,

As if he had all the luck.

 

Wearing costly clothes like a king,

Yet,he always disown the poor,

All his riches he refused to pour,

Hated by all,loved by few,

Only if he had a clue of himself.

 

Speaking too much of himself,

Like a parrot talking all day to itself,

Wagging his tongue from left to right,

Always bragging and shouting,

Only if he could make things right.

 

There came a time,

When the rich man does not have a dine,

He couldn’t afford to go to party,

Covering his head in shame,

Hunger and wretchedness came.

 

He became haggard and useless,

Until he learn his lesson.

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