pride

there across the wind

rides my silly pride

 

at times a sturdy arrow

at times a butterfly

 

how often i chose to follow

the path of the sturdy arrow

its landing was hard to find

 

however, when i chose to try

the path of the butterfly

never, was i too far behind

© Gerry Mattia 2024
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