Temper
By Anonymous
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.
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.
