My plight is not as bad as most others;
My life has been quite good on earth till now;
My feats were better than most of brothers;
My days go on with faith in God and love.
My human mind is discontented still;
My failures, weaknesses still stare at me;
My worries fill my heart and make me ill;
My blessing was my birth in poverty!
But many others are worse off in life;
The world is full of ghastly crimes by men;
And millions live in problems and in strife;
The world appears like hell and not haven.
I thank my God for being born so well;
His blessings, grace, my poetry will tell!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 13-10-2015
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thanking God is always nice. Wonderful drafting shared really....10