Pride’s a funny thing, you know–
And I’m the one who can tell you so.
I’ve let my pride make a fool of me,
And if you know me, you will see
That I am indeed a fool of sorts
And often a snarky author of rude retorts–
But I, like you, let my defenses down
And instead of weeping, acted the clown
But hearts are soft and easily bruised,
We all know this; it’s not new news–
So pride will indeed go before a fall,
When we didn’t even mean to, at all.
Let’s think beyond our own fear and pride,
And put our own old hurts aside.
Life is short but pain is long,
Worry not about who’s right or wrong,
But comfort where we can, and fast–
Lest we let too much time go past
Before we mend our ways and fences
And shed all our tired old pretenses.
Pride is just a little, mean thing
That often doesn’t mean anything
Important, true or real–
So let’s stop–and think and feel.
Let’s give each other a well-earned break
And put our hands out, smile and shake.
Life’s too short, we know it’s true–
Let’s not miss a moment of it feeling blue.
Life’s to live, not fuss and pout
So let’s all laugh, forgive; hugs all about!