The Shearing of An Ego

A man who'd crowned himself a vainglorious king, 'twas filled with foolish pride and never-ending need to be revered with loud praises, heard in echoes ring. Ego plowed the fields in his mind, planting that seed, and he cared not if bitter words made hearts bleed. Though smug notions danced in his swelled head, his smile withered; lips quivered as a teardrop fell, for he found himself lamentably, alone in his bed. Conceit was his pillow, to romance he'd bid farewell. In the depths of narcissism, he was bound to dwell. His inflated vanity kept everyone at arm's length. To be worshipped from afar, true love was never found until the night Delilah's whispers sheared his strength. Her love took his breath away until he nearly drowned in her eyes. Fallen off his pedestal, he was earthbound. No longer did he stride about like a cock-of-the-walk. His pompous attitude shattered into shards of glass, and his tongue stopped wagging with self-loving talk. A change of countenance made him a better man. Alas, he was reborn with humility by the kiss of a wee lass. His love for her had rendered soft his haughty ways, shearing away the wooly facade of his disdainful soul. A demeanor of meekness, his sentiment now displays, a nascent change, his ego defeated with self-control. He's admired by many; his modest virtues they extol. The hubris king stepped down from his lofty throne and became a man who was valued and respected. The only boasting he did was about a family of his own and was so well-liked that as mayor he was elected. A humble attitude altered his life, once 'twas corrected. July 4th, 2022 Ego shorn, here now reborn contest Sponsored by Unseeking Seeker