Foolish Pride Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Foolish Pride



Twirling around corners, missing parts of ancient doom,
fulfilling promises made in foolish days of pride.
Picking, choosing people who fold inside themselves,
never touching another's soul in prayer.
Finalizing periods of enticing absurdity in days of
woebegone fun of old.

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