Forgiving misfortune: A poem 

Trying to be what I ought to be 

That only nectar is honey to the bee 

Yet the rainbow is only a play of light 

The colours all blend to become white 

My cup of sorrow is full to half 

Beyond it, I dare to laugh 

Pledging my aching limbs to a staff 

I smile gracefully and show my class 

What use to worry and furrow my brow 

Consolation like sugar reverses the lows 

I wish to die, but as long as I live 

I’ll brave the tide and misfortune forgive