The Death Of A Pride - Poem by MEKALH AGAMET

Long gone are those days
When I knew no pride
I still had a land and a home
And a yard to play
But I thought pride would lift me up
So I made it come in to my way.

I went to the wild a gun in my hand
And fought a war to earn pride
High and down I searched in the moors
Shuffled the grass far and wide,
And there it was….
Lying behind the thorns
Defying anyone whoever comes forth.

But a fool me! Dared to the core
I paid pearl and gold even more
To seize it as though it was mine,
For I used to believe
Glory never parts pride
When it comes to shine.

Pride came, yet I couldn't claim it
For it had an owner behind the doors
But through my foolishness
I am still no body stranded in the shores,
My dreams shattered my horizons dark
I miss those days
When I had a home and a yard
With no one to chase me
For I sought no glory no pride.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 25, 2013

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