One of the hardest pills that I ever swallowed
Was taken after a rocky road that I had followed,
I had swore off on taking those pills
But, up ahead I saw deterrents, pitfalls and rocky hills.
I have taken that pill a couple times before
I then swore to my soul I would take them more,
Then I knew that again it had to be taken
Or my soul and my mind and dignity would be foresaken.
I then felt the pain and the hurt once again
The symptoms brought on by shame, guilt and sin,
It was a pill of truth, eyesight and honesty
I meant nothing to the people, who meant a lot to me.
Randy L. McClave
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem