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| Had I known I own my own |
| by Harriet Oliver |
Had I known I own my own
destiny in my unknown youth,
that may have belong to me that now I do not own
and instead of falacy I would've seeked truth.
Had I known seddling could become trees tall
and that even futile efforts are not in vain,
I may have graced a nobler hall
and more meaningfully thought with my brain.
Had I known that homes are partitioned in room
and despite what's below there's divine love above,
I doubt if it would've been wisely advisable to groom
the wild horse unmounted referred to as love.
Had I known there is diversity in what seems same
and favoured peace moreover disdain,
I could've undone what's been done
and not have repeated the same mistakes again.
Had I know there's more blessing in giving than take
that mortal man are all in Christ one another brother
and many pastels can eminate from enlit rainbow pale
I would've understood hypocrite's false pride to other |
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