October 18, 2014

 

 

Too proud they say;

she’ll fall from grace,

and then have egg

left on her face.

 

Too proud is she,

with chin held high,

and nose upturned,

towards the sky.

 

Too proud, maybe

but better that,

when gossips seen

to chew the fat.

 

Too proud, head bowed,

when arrows point.

A moonlight flit;

new life anoint.

 

Too proud, how else

to keep afloat,

when leaving town

on the last boat.

 

 

 

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