TEMPER
When I have lost my temper
I have lost my reason too.
I’m never proud of anything
Which angrily I do.
When I have talked in anger
And my cheeks are flaming red
I have always uttered something
Which I wish I have not said,
In anger I have never
Done a kindly deed or wise,
But for many things which I have felt
I should apologize.
In looking back across my life,
And all I’ve lost or made
I can’t recall a single time
When fury ever paid.
So I struggle to be patient,
For I’ve reached a wiser age:
I do not want to do a thing
Or speak a word in rage.
I have learned be our sad experience
That when my temper flies
I never do a worthy deed,
A decent deed, or wise.
