I can’t ignore my first love that’s Healing,
With which I’ve spent more than twenty years now;
I’ve not gone half-way; I’ve got the feeling,
I’ll certainly achieve great heights, I’ll vow.
The time’s not ripe to show my actual stuff!
I stand like a granary, full of grain;
But all the same, I never want to bluff;
My research-work will come down like the rain.
Nothing deters a determined great heart;
The environment doesn’t favor my first love;
My second love has giv’n me joy in part;
My healing ability, ’tis time to prove.
As God has predestined, it will happen;
I will succeed with my hands and my pen.
6-19-2001
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem