The Devils Laugh At Our Ego. Poem by Dr. Antony Theodore
The Devils Laugh At Our Ego.
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We live with our inflated ego.
Our years come to an end
like a long and breathing sigh.
Like the fresh grass
in the morning,
thatfades and
withers away
in the evening,
we perish in the grave.
Our ego brakes into pieces.
The devils laugh at our ego.
Monday, March 11, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: ego ,egoism,grass ,sigh
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