I think I know everything sometimes
and then I find myself latching on to my pride.
I'm not perfect...a little insane I think.
That is ok. It is the bad that makes the
good feel so much better. Every day
is a beauty that I see fit to endure.
Copyright 01-01-2009 ©® Sarah Sisson
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sorrows make the heart glad with time