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I met a little humble

May 19, 2013
By Anonymous

On a nice night
I met Humble
On a nice night
Near a lake
Oh small she is,
As small as a child.

And, “Why are you so gray
In this purple mist?”
I said.
“Why pale
As if death
Will call on you soon.”

“I am abandoned,”
So she said,
“no one cares about,
A little humility now.
But eventually I will,
Come back again,
Little by little.”

I knew from this
That pride is bad
If used too much
The little humble
Fades away
Into the purple mist.


The author's comments:
In the poem Humble is a little girl.

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