Ashamed of My 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 were flaming red,

I have always uttered something

Which I wish I had not 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 deed,

A decent deed or wise.



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