Driss Ezzireg


The Humble. - Poem by Driss Ezzireg

"Find your way among the humble",
My father used to say.
He lived humble.
He died humble.
"The humble shall inherit the heavens",
My father used to chant.
He lived humble.
He died humble.
"God has promised the humble
To be the first to quench the thirst",
My father used to mutter.
He lived humble.
He died humble.
"God has promised to be the humblest among the humble",
My father used to murmur.
He lived humble.
He died humble.
"The humble shall be the noblest among the noble",
My father used to mumble.
He died humble.
We lived to crumble.

Topic(s) of this poem: father and son

Form: Blank Verse


Comments about The Humble. by Driss Ezzireg

  • Abderrahmane Dakir (1/27/2016 8:11:00 AM)


    Thank you Si Driss for this wisdom. Humble, we need it to live in a good way. (Report) Reply

    Driss Ezzireg (1/27/2016 3:13:00 PM)

    Thanks Si Abderrahmane for your kind words.

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  • Sofia Kioroglou (1/25/2016 4:51:00 PM)


    Just perfect! Luvz it! (Report) Reply

    Driss Ezzireg (1/27/2016 3:14:00 PM)

    Many thanks for reading it.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 25, 2016



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