Small Victories
When I was young I wished to change the world.
But now I’m old and know but all too well:
“by limiting myself alone, may I excel !”
Slowly, with grace I hope, have I unfurled
the tangles of my life: through which I hurled
so swiftly. Hurting, laughing I propel
my thoughts, so lively still, as now I tell
my heart to swell. Small victories have whirled
me towards happiness. Like Tumbleweed
I float through my remaining days, before
death calls me to his side. I hide my face
and try my best, to be my best. With speed,
I hide myself. ” Don’t tempt the gods “, the door
to vanity is vast. Let me depart with grace.
Comments: This poem, along with “It will not go away!”, is one of Renata’s more personal poems.