from this week in May 2015 (I
was 70)
The false pride of one who buys a house
after familial generations lived in huts
to live now among the estates others were born
to
It is a failure to recognize the nature of
humility and station
Wild plants grow only as tall as the windbreak
and as strong as the seed from which they
sprout
Often the migrant in flight from one
desperation
must learn to survive in another unaware
of new masters who never show themselves
behind the brand names they’ve invented
We are ever left appreciating pebbles among the
gems
seeing through a magnifying glass while hearing
of the wonders found by those with telescopes
It’s the pretense of accomplishment by one
among those who own the accomplishments of many
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