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 were flaming red, I have always uttered something which I wish I hadn't said. In anger I have never done a kindly deed or wise, But many things for which I 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 by sad experience that when my temper flies I never do a worthy thing, a decent deed or wise. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...KILLED IN ACTION by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES THE HIGHER PANTHEISM IN A NUTSHELL by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE HOME THOUGHTS FROM EUROPE by HENRY VAN DYKE I GREET THEE by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 9. AL-HATHIM by EDWIN ARNOLD SPRING SONG by MAVIS CLARE BARNETT JOB 3:3-26. JOB CURSETH THE DAY, AND SERVICES OF HIS BIRTH by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |