Repose

Shall I count the burdens? Shall I count the pains? A heart that is troubled With no one to call a friend. Shall I regret as accursed Or accept things in peace? A willful soul though tedious Shall not succumb to defeat. For today is the distance Untimely may adjourn; And the morrow is uncertain As I peeped through the dawn. Neither have I the power Nor have I the might; All but the courage And the will to survive. I call God in my prayer With unrelenting faith; I am hopeful that He answers If unceasingly I'll wait. I might have missed something good Or something better and had wept, Should I push my toil the harder And the best things shall I reap. Now all that it was, and all that it is May become so sweet as I calmly rest; Thus, the challenges and strife – the struggle for a cause Are but the steps to my poor soul's repose. Date & Time of Writing: December 25, 1994 12:13am - 12:42am Should I perish and be given the chance to be buried decently, let it be that this poem inscribed in my epitaph.