Life seems at times so disgusting,
Bereft of every charm;
I wonder for what I'm living,
In place where none is warm!
At times, I wish I change my job,
And work upon a farm;
In earthly life, I hate to sob,
But want to keep from harm.
In life, I feel I am misfit,
When comes often a storm;
But God has kept me always fit,
Bestowing me a calm.
Sometimes life wretched turns some more,
When hurt comes like a swarm
From people loved, through my heart's door -
‘I feel I'm in a qualm! '
Confused I flip the Bible's leaves,
In search of a soothing Psalm;
And Lo! My guardian angel weaves -
‘God's drawn you on His palm! '
Copyright by Dr John Celes 15-04-2016
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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