A Poem by Symplydymple

I'm pride! I linger in the heart
At mankind's slow and humble start
I scour his inner being for flaws
That do not match old nature's laws
I find one: mankind has a need
To always satisfy his greed
I use that need to urge him on
"Buy cars, build houses, you're the don
And then I swell as a big ball
In man's eyes he himself is tall
"I am myself my own big boss
The rest are just some scummy dross."
I smile inside with a knowing air
As I watch him mistreat grey hair.
His parents now become like ants
In want of air in his tight pants.
Not one humility is left:
All gone so fast as if by theft.
He knods as he receives applause:
He's there, now he'll make his own laws.
He shouts to say "that's me alright"
" The one to make their pavements bright.
He goes changing by the morning bell
Anne to Zeena: from girl to girl,
So very soon, he will forget
His humble start and crawl of dirt.
Then towards fame he will proceed
as I still urge him on with greed.
He later becomes like the stars,
He now rides the plushest of cars.
Then by just one silly mistake
All wealth he has this life will take.
He'll now bite fingers in regret
As if advice he didn't get.
He's now so poor he can't buy bread
And very soon he will be dead.
But as for me one thing I'll tell,
I was long gone before he fell.

© 2010 Symplydymple

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Excellent! I loved this write! I love the last 2 lines! Very well done:) Thanks for sharing.

Posted 9 Years Ago

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