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Pride


Pride can be seen,

as a terrible thing;

It should not be held.

But what is pride?

And can it be good?

Pride is not only self absorb,

it is not only selfishness.

it does not only have to be,

all about "Me".

Listen up!

This is pride:

It is in a little boy's feet,

as he crosses home plate.

it is in a mother's tear,

When she holds her small child.

It is in a soldier's pain

as he raises his right hand,

to accept an award

he so bravely deserved.

So is pride so bad?

When it's achieved,

when it's not boastful.

It's a secret,

between you and yourself.

That feeling,

when you finally

do something

right.

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