| General Poetry
posted February 23, 2018
Lord help me to keep my temper firmly in,
calm down my nerve so that I do not blow,
or let my anger spout out in a din,
and regret words when I wake tomorrow.
I feel blood boil inside just like my Dad,
control emotion is my supreme aim,
I remember how bad and how so mad,
bad temper can destroy with no refrain.
But momentary madness can subside,
and silky soothing music heals the soul.
I let this notion put aside all pride,
and soon my faith has made my spirit whole.
I lie under the sun, let nature rule.
Not let a word release that might be cruel.
Dont worry folks, Im not bad tempered, but my Dad had a wicked temper. He was nick-named Fiery Fred.
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