Have you wondered why you feel alone?
Or been puzzled at what you know?
Does your heart scream out in pain?
Do you harbor so much shame?
You are not alone!

Do you wake up on some nights,
sweaty, your throat is tight?
And hot tears run down your face?
You begin to say the Grace.
You are not alone!

On some days you feel just fine,
calm and quite assured.
Do you wonder why these days,
like the dawn quickly fades?
You are not alone!

Often you ask yourself
“Why me not someone else”?
Wondering if you’ll pass life’s test
Hoping that you’ve done your best?
You are not alone!

As I struggle with myself,
to God I take my malcontent.
In my poems I fi nd release,
through my verses, I fi nd peace.
in my heart I hear Christ say:
You are not alone!

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or, being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;
If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools;
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on";
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch;
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run -
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man my son!

To live work and die,
what a sham, what a lie,
for every penny I ever made,
my bed was hardly ever laid.
Woke up at five,
feeling half alive,
but always running late,
this was my perpetual fate.
Hustling along, in traffic from hell,
I fumed, thinking of what lie to tell.
As I missed another meeting
And faced a boss that was seething!
Ran in harried, huffed and puffed.
Feeling like a sniveling scruff.
My boss looks up in plain disgust
my spirits bite the dust.
I trudged on and cursed the day.
The dreaded memo is placed in my tray,
DISMISSAL it just read.
I could only hang my head.
Disgraced and flushed with shame
I knew this was not my game.
Something soon will make me shine.
I just need to know what’s mine
Today, at least I sleep till six,
And I won’t get up in a fit.
For every penny I’ll ever make,
will be a stress free take!