I had written this poem when I was 12, so I hope readers would not be too critical of it.

This shall be my life.

When I am young and grown and strong

Surely successful but I’ll do no wrong

When failure or anger comes along

I’ll calm myself

I’ll sing a song.

People may praise me high and low

Or insult me and show me the door

That will not matter anymore

For love can make friends of a foe.

When I walk the lonely path of life

Where surrounds me grief and strife

I hope I won’t meet any on the way

For when the sun was shining I would have made my hay.

Where I walk I’ll leave my charm

I hope it does well, no harm

And when I pass a beautiful farm

I’ll spare some time to watch a swarm.

When on my death bed I’ll lie

I’ll consider it my life’s high

If only my lord would call me soon

To see heaven’s morn before it’s noon.