Few Fools Can Be Saved Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Pity the actions of a fool,
I do.
I've been there too many times myself.
With an open mouth wide,
Followed by quick steps.
To later hide in the collection,
Of pieces of pride scattered...
All over an exposed face.

I've learned few fools can be saved.
After a public display has been made.

To acknowledge a degrading of self,
Is brave.
If not,
Intimidatingly lonely.

And maybe that is the reason so many fools,
Have yet to see themselves reflected.
Since this requires aspirations from another,
To kick them where the ego hurts the most!
On the scene.
And not in between performances.