Don't call me a failure, That's what I'll never be, I may not have seen, the plentious harvest yet, I may not have known, the goodly lot yet, The bountiful desired result, May still seem far removed, But time they say, The acid test of value, And I can tell, I am not a falure. Failure is crippling but I soar, Higher than the eagles, Failure is dwarfing but I am tall, Taller than the steeple, And I can tell, I am not a failure. Don't call me frustrated, That's what I will never be, My countenance for sure, A little mirth may have shown, For the quality of labour, Hasn't met same quality of harvest, Though time they say, The acid test of value, But tarrying you know, How frustrating could be, Yet I can tell, I am not frustrated. Frustration is maddening but I am sane, Saner than the psychiatrist, Frustration is destablizing but I am firm, Firmer than the Everest, And I can tell, I am not frustrated.
AMARA HOPE 