I don't wanna brood over a badly baked cake.
I will chuck this and make a fresh bake.
I don't regret for having failed more than once
for with each mistake I have done,
I have learnt to stick to my guns.
Does that mean I will never bake the perfect cake?
It will take time,I know
for futile attempts will get me closer to that perfect bake.
Now I am so inured by failing that I don't bewail.
I know when I would succeed, kismet will then set sail.
So I am working on incessantly for that perfect bake
Someday I will get rewarded for all the ache.
God is watching,I know
He will never let me down.
He will open up ways to help me go get it on my own.
And then when I'd be meticulously seasoning my cake
God will be waiting to savour my perfect bake...
Saturday, September 5, 2009
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in a single word.. superb!!
ReplyDeleteamazing choice of words, idea behind the poem is common, but the analogy bout 'baking the cake' is fantastic.. hats off to u.