By Malcolm Saint
@Conscious Cure Poetry
Peace of my mind, full opt for worrying less,
My troubled soul, is corrected and recollected;
See my youth is no more of a sorrow caress,
My goals and passions are clear and resolved;
Yet, my wit keeps me in constant area of no mess.
My vow to the cause of God remains true,
My path is set aright, and upon his time I await;
Surely patience is a necessity, it is virtue.
So the day cometh, when my troubles be low;
When this strife becomes a part of history,
And the future becomes a present to enjoy
But like Solomon, I will say all is vanity
Everything done outside his will lack sanity
And nothing done in this day lacks profanity.
M