Through All My Pride Poem by Madrason .

Through All My Pride



How oft I walked this road
with ragged cloth
and had to drag these legs
in to a rhythm sloth
I never asked my mama Why
my father always stood aside
and shy
but as I grew older
and I asked myself repeatedly
why do I keep repeating me
and my family
I wanted to grow
but now I know
through all my pride
why grown men
sometimes cry!


Madrason 14 042015

Tuesday, April 14, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: pride
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