A host of problems got to me
They made me mad as mad could be.
Why do bad things keep happening to me?
Why can’t my life be problem free?
Day after day I questioned why.
And often times I would just cry.
When will bad things just let me be?
Why can’t my life be problem free?
One day the answer I did learn
As anger did within me burn
I had to face reality
There is no life that’s problem free
So now when problems come to me
I do not cry nor question why
I have overcome the fantasy
Of wanting to live problem free
Now I am calm within the storm
His peace keeps me from alarm
I smile when problems come to me
Count them all joy and I am free.
Copyright © 2006 by Earl D Darling