Colin F. Jones

SOME

Some rise from foul beginnings,
On crutches built by friends,
But fail to share their winnings,
When they on them no more depend.
They fly to higher branches,
Spread their wings and start to crow,
Shedding all the helpful traces,
Of those they no longer want to know.
But the louder sound their screeches,
The less is their effect,
Where arrogant ambition reaches
There is no value without respect.
That no matter what one preaches,
Tis a sermon good folk reject.