In spite of my cares, a smile I ought to engage
For it helps me not to fan flames of the rage
Boiling over inside my soul
Scoring and storing an own goal
If a sense of balance and perspective deserts my page
Seething in seconds, minutes and hours on the stage
Life offers my soul my wrath to assuage
Unless I crave for an imminent fall
In spite of my cares, a smile I ought to engage
Time after time for my sanity to deserve the wisdom wage
Balance and perspective synergize to arrange
For my mind to heed murmurs from conscience that call
For balance and perspective in my thoughts to walk tall
Or else rage would accelerate my senility baggage
In spite of my cares, a smile I ought to engage.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem