The Pride Of Men Poem by Lloyd Savage

The Pride Of Men



Men all shape their life's own way
With the hammers of their pride;
Then seal and put them far away
In a box set far aside.

They hide them like some mortal secret
Their talents unconfessed,
Unused, unknown and so untrue
Just like all the rest.

When will men be men again
Please tell me before I rest;
I've put far 'way my hammer son,
My box-it lies confessed! !

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
The idea of this poem is that so many folks waste talents they have by never using them and thinking just hiding them is a way of them being humble. This is wrong, one should share their talents, they should be strong enough to acknowledge them, but never forget by whom they acquire them. To say here my box lies confessed, I mean to say I have used my talents in what I feel was the best way, by sharing them and helping others learn and gain wisdom from and through them. I left none of them unmentioned nor shall, something of which hopefully I will be rewarded for in the next life. You should never throw any poem you write away, because every poem is wrote for someone, and that very thing you wrote may not sound good to you, yet may save a life or change a life or many lives for the better. I read another poem and these thoughts came after I read it, like I could hear the words behind their words, yet it was not a plagurization.
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