I Believe Poem by Thanh-Thanh NhuanLe

I do believe - although on many an occasion
I put my belief in a wrong place - such abrasion!
People's mind is now deep and then shallow;
My heart only blames itself for being so callow.

I still believe - commonly - I am still naïve,
Only know, after my soul showed, morn or eve.
Many times, sweet and sour, bitter and tart,
I receive as a blessing to me life has to impart.

To this world I came momently and will leave;
My bosom is not jumbled - nothing to grieve.
I thus believe - without any bit of repentance
That I am whole, because I believe it a sentence.