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 reach a wiser age;
I do not want to do a thing
or speak a word in rage.
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