I’d like to say
That I am good,
And always do the things I should,
And strive to do the best I could
If only I would.
I’d like to say
I always try
To take the blindfold from my eye,
And do not judge the passer-by.
And yet, the truth I can’t deny.
I’d like to say that I am meek,
And always turn the other cheek,
That worldly goods I do not seek.
Yet I am weak.
I’d like to say I do my best.
Living every day with zest.
Strong enough to pass the test.
I miss the mark
Like all the rest.
Yet all I see
Is what is me,
Failing so abysmally.
Have I the strength to just break free
From worldliness that entraps me?
I’d like to say
I’ll shed the skin
That ties me to the world I’m in,
So much a part of earthly sin.
Where do I begin?
The choice remains
That I must make.
Why is the right road hard to take?
These worldly ways I must forsake
For my own sake.
I’d like To Say
I’d like to say
That I am good,
And always do the things I should,
And strive to do the best I could
If only I would.
I’d like to say
I always try
To take the blindfold from my eye,
And do not judge the passer-by.
And yet, the truth I can’t deny.
I’d like to say that I am meek,
And always turn the other cheek,
That worldly goods I do not seek.
Yet I am weak.
I’d like to say I do my best.
Living every day with zest.
Strong enough to pass the test.
I miss the mark
Like all the rest.
Yet all I see
Is what is me,
Failing so abysmally.
Have I the strength to just break free
From worldliness that entraps me?
I’d like to say
I’ll shed the skin
That ties me to the world I’m in,
So much a part of earthly sin.
Where do I begin?
The choice remains
That I must make.
Why is the right road hard to take?
These worldly ways I must forsake
For my own sake.
By Loretta Hegarty
This poem was first published in The Scribblers Vol 4 1999
