I went for a competition,
Where I thought there was no strong competitor,
And with pride I blabbed,
And with shame I now hide.
Don't think yourself too good,
Lest you make yourself the fool.
With watery eyes now have I learnt,
What "pride goes before a fall" truly meant.
My ego hurt, my eyes tear shot,
I finally walk a path, the path known for humility.
- Author: Isa_writes for fun (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: June 14th, 2023 10:32
- Comment from author about the poem: From the poets personal experience.
- Category: Reflection
- Views: 6
Comments1
Thanks for sharing… I don’t think you should lose your confidence… I believe that was what made you the winner before the competition even began
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