A lions pride

Is it arrogance to be the head  
A sense of self, on the top shelf  
When others fail and you must lead  
They flounder so and ask for help  

A self assurace to be your own  
To choose your path and not kowtow  
And hold the lamp of your own glow  
Not seek the spotlights fickle bow  
 
A vocabulary that has no cant  
Your own shoes are just big enough  
An ego tied so sacrosanct  
Not effigy or golden bust  
 
Seek no the preen of the selfie sect  
For pride shows srength of intellect  
Where others fawn and self destruct  
A lion stands with his pride intact  
 
That mirror see no selfish want  
For pride will christen in its font