I complained I must confess
I ranted and raved
About life’s pace
For it seemed too slow
When I had miles to go.
But I did recall
With a tinge of guilt though
The times I was so low
Because the world seemed uncaring
And everything was happening
All at the same time
Giving me no breathing space
Tempting me to resign to fate
Only to discover later
That it was for my own good
Things haven’t been any better
So now, forgetful as I might be
And at times blinded by my selfish whims
I thank Him indeed
For without Him
I would be headed for a crash within
And what a mighty crash that would be!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem