I have a wealth of sight, I am rich in speech
I sleep well at night, I grace Limbs of mobility.
I suffer some wants,
But have been supplied all of my needs
I’ve been spared tragic loss
I admit, undeservedly.
I pitifully squander my time in vain
in longing, desire, and bitter complaints.
Wicked conceit, and selfish ambition
overcome me when I’m weak, all reason I refuse to listen.
Truly my pride is paving way for my fall
what motivates this nonsense is my strive for perfection in this broken world.
In Ecclesiastes there is a song
which promises a time for everything under the sun.
Though my sadness is real and my hurts sting true
I cannot deny the hope that these present wrongs Will be recycled to something new.
So I remember my gems I have found
The immeasurable value in sight and in sound.
I stride ever freer, and trot with more grace
Knowing the immense treasure in such simple things.
I don’t expect to go through life unscarred,
but I pray gratitude and patience will eventually master my untamed heart.
I aim for perfection and miss continually
But what do I expect, striving for such a shallow thing.
It is neither uncommon nor courageous
to live your life fighting to pose notably unblemished.
It is impossible yet I’m so desperate
to achieve unrealistic mortal perfection.
As a rose in May blooms after tribulation of frost
I assume such a grace to forgive all the time I have lost.
As cheerfully she greets the new season with gladness
So I strive to adopt such merriment in exchange for sadness.