Catching Pride Poem by Douglas Williams

Sitting in tranquility,
watching the sun rise over the horizon.
Casting my superiority by the wayside,
hoping to catch my share of pride.

As dawn breaks into early morning,
silver glistens over the fluid canvas.
Others much like myself nearby,
looking with the same endeavored glare.

Morning turns into midday,
as I return to my humble abode.
My own self filled with much pride,
and everyone else with a jealous stare.

Once again as we sit for family supper,
my plate garnished deservedly.
We reverently prayed,
for tomorrow to be just as plentiful.