I wrote this poem a few years ago (It feels like yesterday.) At the time I didn't think it was worth publishing, but when I happened upon it recently, it ministered to me. It still has the coarseness that embarrassed me when it was written, but the lack of refinement in the poem fits the theme.
I Shouldn't Be Annoyed
I shouldn't be annoyed
Though others seem devoid
Of decency and common sense,
And do their best to give offence.
Despite repeated pain,
I really can't complain.
Although I feel myself unnerved,
No better things have I deserved.
My own poor heart is vile,
And filled with treacherous guile,
And that deceitful, wicked heart
Has often played the tempter's part.
With my unmanaged tongue
Have I too often stung
The tender feelings of a friend
Whom better dealings should attend.
I creep among the worms
And share their guilty germs ~
My fellow creatures nothing owe
To one who shares their lot below.
Nita Brainard, December 2008