I wasn’t originally born a failure;
I worked so very hard to become;
nothing else matched my nature;
and so failure and I became one.
I’ve always tried to do my best;
but destiny stood in my way;
I thought I’d conquer reality’s test;
but destiny had something to say.
I had chosen that road less traveled;
endured many setbacks each season;
but on that road, my reality unraveled;
seems, it was less traveled for a reason.
I spent too little time planning my life;
I’d expected destiny to lead me;
still on the backroads I took a wife;
but reality had sought to deceive me.
But destiny still had great plans for me;
my detours; all engineered by Him;
and I was unwilling, and unable to see;
where my “great plans” were to begin.
My wayward path; was, by Him, planned;
that road, I thought mine, was His way;
for only that way could I understand;
how so many people suffered each day.
Experience; ultimately the only teacher;
only then could I, their sorrows share;
my pain commonality; a needed feature;
so I could know what it’s like to be there.