The workings of my sorrows, <br /> Is to the better of my soul. <br /> The multitude of errors, <br /> Is of learning to behold. <br /> For rare does a man excel, <br /> In the joy of constant praise. <br /> It's in trouble that character dwells, <br /> Or in the hardship of his days. <br /> So worry not my friend, upon the soul of happiness. <br /> Much better is one with sadness, than a heart of ugliness. <br /> Another time will be, the result of those emotions. <br /> For now the view is real, in the man of true devotion.<br /><br />Dennis Gobin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/soul-devotion/
