Pride

What are you so proud of?
Beauty? That’ll fade.

Over time, see what’ll be -

Of your tresses and your lovely eyes.

A spotless mind?

Then, may nature be kind

To keep you sane - 

and not break you under pain.

A benevolent soul -

with impeccable ethos?

Sure, give them some years  

And see what remains.

What is yours? What do you own?

Nothing really - not even your homes!

Empty pots, with faltering egos

Yet, brimming with so much pride!