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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