When I compare
What I have lost with what I have gained,
What I have missed with what attained,
Little room do I find for pride.
I am aware
How many days have been idly spent;
How like an arrow the good intent
Has fallen short or been turned aside.
But who shall dare
To measure loss and gain in this wise?
Defeat may be victory in disguise;
The lowest ebb is the turn of the tide.
absolutely amazing .
it touched me
and the rhyme scheme is just brilliant
loved the choice of words
(compare ,aware, dare)etc
Thank you for your comment. Glad you liked the poem – Have a great day. Ray