I complained I must confess 
I ranted and raved 
About life’s pace 
For it seemed too slow 
When I had miles to go. 
But I did recall 
With a tinge of guilt though 
The times I was so low 
Because the world seemed uncaring 
And everything was happening
All at the same time
Giving me no breathing space 
Tempting me to resign to fate 
Only to discover later 
That it was for my own good 
Things haven’t been any better
So now, forgetful as I might be 
And at times blinded by my selfish whims
I thank Him indeed 
For without Him 
I would be headed for a crash within 
And what a mighty crash that would be!                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem