I'm not going to say,
What goes around comes around.
I can not do that.
I am just going to feel very blessed.
And...
Find a place to laugh where I am not heard.
With the acknowledgement God realizes,
I am a work in progress with blemishes and flaws.
Just like other 'creations' My Father has made.
And I am not quite yet prepared...
To forgive those who have done misdeeds,
Intentionally!
Without expecting a 'payback'.
What's in the minds of people like that?
Donut munching?
But something inside me becomes pleased,
To see them suffer.
'Oh forgive me Father,
For I have sinned.
And it felt so good! '
God knows I am going through this process,
Trying to be as serious as I possibly can.
Under certain conditions.
Afterall...
Like Father, Like Son!
I had to have gotten my sense of humor from 'somewhere'!
So I can not take full responsibility for my tactless actions.
'Excuse me,
Would you happen to have any tissue?
I've become suddenly overwhelmed.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem