A Poem About Vanity ~ “Vanity Crows”
Vanity Crows
Oh to be so vain –
Is the shortest space
Between the plains,
The proud look ~
In the eye of the mind
Is broken and blind.
The trickster crow
Scans the lines ~
Passing the time –
As flattery goes
From Aim to Be,
A winged defeat –
As the crow flies
Soon we will find,
He has left his feet,
Beside our eyes.
Valerie Hayes
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