Colin F. Jones

INSECURITY

Such as it is advise is naught,
Thus none of it is given,
Each in his own experience caught,
Thus by it each is driven.
What we express as louder thought,
Enables us to share,
All that, that might make us distraught,
When we lack the will to care.
Most men stand taller than they are,
Humility dents their pride,
Few will take a pace back far,
Though they feel differently inside.
Such is the insecurity of our race,
Lasting long after we have died.