Grateful for That

As insane I did much. I remove every trace,
So the being as such I will no longer face.
Though a job, when it’s done I can smile to my pride,
And my way I am on, with no motive to hide.

And I smile to the blown, and I smile to my pain.
I was there on my own, showing up as insane.
Thank You, Lord, I gave not any worry to man.
Just a blush I have got. And delete it I can.

NOTE :

This poem is referred to on the blog hop of dVerse
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