Pride - Poem by kipper Stagg
Youthful pride drives us to despair
Wondering about the “why's” and “where’s”
Youth sat looking at old age,
listening to words of the grey haired sage!
Life’s lessons gained through a full and haunted life
Sharpened words cut through him like a well honed knife.
Could they but see what he’d seen in past times?
Perhaps their meagre lives would have drawn a different line
Cold and callous youth
He knew could not sustain hard truth of “where’s” and “when’s”
He knew he could not live it, not again
The heart he carried full of hurt and full of pain
Youth made a fool of us all!
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