Wednesday, October 21, 2015

It’s Called Ego--By Yancy Lee Dalton--United States

It’s Called Ego

Exists as imagination gone wild
Has no form, its mortally styled.
Fear or pride triggers its effect
Falsified natural mans intellect

Yet, it can reach up into the sky
Curb our appetites, when we try
Making us feel sick until we cry
Dear Lord please let us not die!

For our ego is on a death road
Shaping us twisted and bowed
Keeping us from knowing truth
The way we act is a sure proof

Thinking were better so sadly
Treating our fellows very badly
Is it possible we will ever learn
Love of fellows, non ego yearn

Yancy Lee Dalton is a published writer from Colorado.

6 comments:

  1. Hi Yancy. I enjoyed your poem. Thank you for sharing and continued blessings!

    -MJ (www.tgbtgpublictions.com)

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  2. Yancy,
    I enjoyed your poem as well. Good job!
    ~Davidf

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    1. Thanks Maurice for reading and commenting
      Many blessings

      Yancy

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    2. Thanks David for writer encouragment.
      Yancy

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  3. A wonderful poem, such a brilliant piece!

    Russell

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