PRIDE AND PREJUDICE
every night before my sleepy eyes
fleeting images of times gone by
when I was just another selfish guy
When mom came over to smooth my brow
I turned her away with a "leave me alone now"
can i make it up to her somehow?
The beggar girl, face streaked with dirt
her mouth downturned, eyes full of hurt
her outstretched hand I tried to skirt
The plant , a gift from a longtime friend
to the thrash can it was slyly sent
can I have it back to keep again?
My neighbor of another race
would smile at me, I'd turn my face
how do I my clumsy steps retrace?
So many more whose touch i spurned
while pride and prejudice brightly burned
would I do the same if time returned?
Mahesh Laxman
( With a lot of support from a friend and fellow poet )
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