From my undated diary.....
Myself I accept but am fully aware of my faults and weaknesses.
I have no reason to be self-enamoured as though I were noble or special in any way.
I am like all others, with my many imperfections. This fact I must squarely face.
Time I hold most dear or I would just waste away, in indolence and self-neglect. It would be my greatest self-defeat.
I must grow or I would stagnate.
This is my grelatest challenge and I well recognise that the journey
would be a long and arduous one.
I must learn to acquire patience and humility, and hopefully, towards the end of my life, I could look honestly at myself and say:
' I did my best; I didn't fail myself'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem