Pride Poem by Floy Dy Ra Aka Floyd Floydson

In the beginning, the parents were proud
later you knocked for yourself on wood
started to paint and to write
perhaps reinvented the theater
or sang your own stories
maybe even improvising on a stage
played foreign roles and other emotions
was even more selective
found own style and sometimes applause
made yourself proud of your partner
or for one who no longer existed, the father
to be a bit proud but wanted one
because without pride
your mirror image is vanishing too fast...
in everyone

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© Floy Dy Ra,26.02.2018