Ego

Little ego contains vain pride a sweet emotion that he tries to hide he thinks to be a poet great but no reaction to his written trait it is softly falling to a soft ground Fantasy is over but Reality can be found sweating across his flabby chest advancing age is getting the best As for my poem scheme it isn't as much as it may seem Besse likes to flaunt the style she is beating me by a mile Tender years begin to age why fight it when i'm no longer center stage? the bells of youth ring no more SEE YA LATER THIS LAD IS NOT ANYMORE!!