I Did It Well Poem by Vera Sidhwa

I failed and failed and I did wail.
I wailed and I failed again.
It was my nature at the time.
I could never concentrate worth a dime.


And I had to search and find,
And answer of a kind,
That would do me good.
And it probably could.

I learned to roam,
I never again did moan.
I let go freely of all the negativity I had.
I got some wisdom that I lacked.

Then on day, as I sat across a canvas,
I stroked a paintbrush across it.
At first I drew a sad face,
But then I painted it smiling.

My smiling self took me to meditation.
At high levels of self perfection.
I did good things you see,
From now on.