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Feb 28, 2009 ⭐ View statistics (Premium feature)

Pride as dollar

Pride as dollar

 

I cannot say that I did not know the way
Because my pride was, the price I could not pay
And yes, it was not fair
When my pride
Was a part of the pair?
It grow
By the lost before you
For me the loss was too great and all the people that it shape
Came with a price that I now pay
How could I know?
As for me, I could see that the stone I have drop
is the price that will follow me
In addition, who was I then?
Probably not, even your friend
A pride of a man is paired to a love that will end

Pressley Hambrick


— press, Feb 28, 2009

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I suppose that depends on how one defines pride. If one defines it as the recognition of the inherent worth of one's self and others, it wouldn't seem to have to come to such a bad end. It's something to think on and so, yes, I like this theme. I find line 10 interesting given line 1. Is that a little denial? - so true to life. The kind of pride you describe seems more like a plugged nickel than a dollar, though!