I Try My Best Poem by Phil Soar

I try my best, to be the man that I should be
I cannot help the hand that my life dealt for me
I drift from day to day with little empathy
Still wondering just what will be my destiny

I try to understand what fate may have in store
I sit and think of everything and so much more
I hesitate when using a short metaphor
And rest on laurels lying by an open door

I try each day to compensate for things Iv'e done
Fallen by the wayside, and then soldier on
I'm always in a quandary, if I might be wrong
And think that I should realise I must be strong

I try my best to understand the man I am
Iv'e struggled all my life and wonder if I can
Change the way I look at life and be impressed
And find a way to look at it, like I am blessed