Because God Loves Me Still Poem by RIC BASTASA

At first i promised myself
That i will deny myself of those
Little pleasures
Which may have caused the curse
Of the gods

I am thinking of time
And how little it is
Like a drop of honey upon
A white porcelain plate
Feasted by ants,

And so i made a decision
I'll have them back again
Though with little restraints
For a compromise

I am human, i am uncertain,
I am fickle

And yet mind you
God loves me still....