Once upon a time ago
Lived man in much distress
His life was dedicated to
Thinking he was the best
It wasn’t based on anything
But his extreme belief
That none could even challenge him
For all they’d find was grief
He’d skated through this life of his
Without a scratch or scrape
And if a consequence was near
He’d always find escape
His overconfidence put off
The folks he might have friended
And if he had relationships
In anguish most had ended
And so he found himself alone
Enlarged with condescension
For pride had fully blinded him
From seeking out redemption
The mother of all sins is this
And to your doom it leads
When hubris is your chaperon
You’ll stew in wrath and greed
It’s true that pride can be a plus
Not to be overlooked
Self-sufficiency is good
A pat on back well brooked
Yet when your pride is insolence
And overt arrogance
When nothing ever breaks that spell
Mindfulness stands no chance
We soon must find the balance ‘tween
Humility and gall
And learn respectful modesty
Is for the benefit of all!
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