WHAT MATTERS MOST
Melvin Banggollay
For so long, I have rested
Writing poems that often faded
Out of someone's memory
but never deep inside of me.
I got busy with work I've started
to make this life I was slated
In my desire to be always happy
but it seems life is full of missery.
I knew not all we ever wanted
Shines with smile and be granted
for not all were distined to be
bestowed upon our life's palmistry.
Many things happened by desitny
or out of nature's own scrutiny
but what matters most, we must be
faithful to God's love and mercy.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem