They love to look in a mirror to see their behind, even at a dinner they stare at their reflection in the silverware. Much do they love themselves, both genders belong to this exclusive Club. In their elated minds they think; no one else can see how much I love me, and when I receive compliments, it fills me with so much glee.
Now the years have flown by and I have become a little thick in the thigh, I morn as now I don’t catch many an eye I sigh, my beauty has given me a cruel good-bye. Now at the Bar, I lick my wounds over a strong drink of Gin, my stupor lolls me with memories and strong emotions from within and, as usual, I will dance with the Devil again, my only true friend!
Nobody bothers with me anymore, I grew tired of them showing me the door, saying; get lost you old Bore, we can’t stand you anymore.
Alas, it is a *sad tale I must tell, because all is not well, especially with all the Holier than thou Religious people who make me mad, preaching to me that I’m going straight to Hell, I asked them, can I bring a handbag?
The sidewalk is very cold as I huddle with the Street people who took me into their fold, showing me the most love that I’ve ever had. My weathered face I cover with an old shoal, I never imagined how fast time goes by, my advice to you is not to grow old.
*After my wife read my poem she remarked how sad it was, so I decided to add some uplifting words from the Bible and hope that someone hurting will be comforted by them. Here are a few of my favorites; Humble yourselves under the mighty hand of God and He will exalt you in due season, God resists the proud but gives Grace to the humble, Pride comes before a fall, Come unto ME, you who are burdened and heavy laden and I will give you rest!
Thanks Ben, as you know I write about some actual experiences I had in my life. I remember a guy that I worked with, he was made an Asst. Mgr., he actually walked around so filled with pride that he held his nose in the air! It wasn't long that he was demoted, I heard that he was trying to make points by speaking against one of the higher-ups who got wind of it. The tongue is a little member of the body but as said, it can sink ships!
Yes Mel, we live in a world where we encounter so many different people, we remember the good and the bad, they both leave special memories imprinted in our minds and hearts. The lady in my poem, when she hit bottom she became just the person the Lord would seek to become one of his worshipers, He was close to the lowly, never really close to proud rich, just a Carpenter with some fisherman. Thanks for your comments!