When Ego, with his narcisstic sense,
Wants to be held high in regard,
He uses brickstones of Self-confidence
To build himself a tall pedestal
—that others may see
there on top he’d be.
But the pedestal totters precariously
So to Ego’s help comes Humility,
Who wedges Retribution in to aid
The equilibrium, instead it breaks
—hence, Ego comes down
crashing to the ground.
Humility dashes quickly to the side
Of Ego, so badly bruised and battered,
And makes him drink the draught of Pride,
Which, though prickly, must be swallowed
—draught that kills pain,
kills the drinker all the same.
Very enlightening. Astute commentary. Thanks for this.....! Goldy
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I would like to translate this poem
Interesting observations on some all too human characteristics! A good read, well done.