Thursday, 21 August 2014

POEM: Pride


So you go
Feeling so good,
Eyes up,
Shoulders high,
Walking tall,
You are the best there.

And then
Someone comes,
Eyes spin,
Shoulders slouch,
Missing steps,
You feel sick already.


You know this
Something's amiss,
Call for help,
Seek some advice,
Run to a Doctor
He should find a drug.

Doctor comes,
Checks your heart,
See what's wrong
Being so sure,
That after this
Your journey continues.

The result shows
You've got pride,
Swallow it now
Before the bug kills you
And then thread humbly
You'll be fine.

Wriiten by Nwamaka Ajaegbu 
Twitter: @Amakamedia

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