Written By Shayla D Smith
You know Pride hits heavy when a Stronger Man
Walks into the Room.
You'd say,"Pass the Broom."
They would sweep up the room,
And after, clean the broom.
But you are left the weaker man,
Because ,He is not coming back
To sweep up your food and stack up your chairs.
I'll leave that to you.
He'll go somewhere and not drop his food.
We'll sit as a King where the Angels sing.
Somewhere ,in Front -"There's a Great View."
And all this time his heart was better than you.
Now, He sees why you handed him the Broom!
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