I WONDER

Richard Funnell

I wonder what there is in me that draws the luck I get

And why I do so many things I surely will regret.

I wonder what there is in me that makes me hurt another.

And why I do not appreciate the opinions of my mother.

I wonder when I pray to God if He will hear my plea,

And help me become the person mom wants me to be.

Richard E. Funnell, May 1949

my first poem

IT IS HARD TO STUMBLE WHEN WE ARE DOWN ON OUR KNEES