The Humble Irony

The one pride that I've ever had,
Is that I've never had any;
Tho' it sometimes paints me bad
Not to have one out of many.
But I, a man of a simple frame
Betrothed to an uncommon soul,
Consider conceit a ridiculous shame
That should never on me take a toll!
Yet I, tho' of no famous novelty
That anyone could least speak of,
Reside within a strong territory
Which treats folly with keen rebuff.
And not that I meant to be this proud:
My pen rather chose to be this loud.


"Never disdain a one who chose to be simple;
Humility is enough a virtue worthy of honour."
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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