Foolish PrideA Poem by Tate MorganWhat frail creatures we men are; made from sinew, muscle and pride.
What frail creatures we men are made from sinew, muscle and pride Thinking we can conquer the world for the woman who sits by our side
All is brash, gall and bravado with such a carefree debonair Taunting those who test our mettle intimidating all who dare
A young man thinks himself gifted to hold sway and folly so near Injure his pride and you will find that he becomes someone to fear
A man is nothing without pride it is the food that feeds his soul Desired respect of fellows becomes his sole life’s aim and goal
The handsome woman of his dreams is she that realizes this flaw Playing to his strength and weakness by pretending she never saw
To that woman he grants comfort strong arms forever hold her tight Their truth of heart is not broken whenever she is out of sight
The reason men are unfaithful they behave only by your side Has little to do with temper and everything to do with pride
If you wish for a happy home a man who's strait forward and true Then play host to his foolish pride and he will be loyal to you
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