Swallow My Pride Poem by Antony Glaser
Swallow My Pride
WIsh i could tell it was Sunday
without a ball ever been kicked
My tears are true
a ravine of despair
Ive been through the Sally Anne
and emerged lonelier
Ive swallowed my silver spoon
and the good book remains on the shelf
my impudence remains on my good side
I take your flak calmly
my heart beats chiefly alone
when I swallow my pride
forget forgiveness
on Monday
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