Pride Goes Before A Fall

Running down the lane of life,

Carefully watching for the knife,

That destroys so many destinies with strife,

Calmly I kept my eyes on the price,

Never forgetting how to toss my dice,

In this game of beautiful destructive spice,

My race was so fast yet slowly I run,

Coming across many wise icons,

Encouraging me with great prons and cons,

So filled with light I was,

But greatly surrounded by thick darkness,

As they silently overshadowed my light,

Without a slight notice or trace,

Leaving the company of the wise,

I dwell in the prides mountain,

Of self gratification and loneliness,

While I dwindle in wisdom daily,

Forgetting that learning never ends,

Not knowing I was becoming outdated,

As I live in isolation and desolation,

When reality dawn on me it was too late,

Then I remembered a close friend of mine said:

"Had I known is always a brother to Mr late"

I cried bitterly recalling pride goes before a fall,

I died silently but pride loudly buried me...