TEMPER

 
When I have lost my temper
I have lost my reason, too.
I'm never proud of anything
which angrily I do.

When I have Talked in anger
and my cheeks were flaming red,
I have always uttered something
which I wish I hadn't said.

In anger I have never done
a kindly deed or wise,
But many things for which I felt
I should apologize.

In looking back across my life,
and all I've lost or made,
I can't recall a single time
when fury ever paid.

So I struggle to be patient,
for I've reach a wiser age;
I do not want to do a thing
or speak a word in rage.

I have learned by sad experience
that when my temper flies,
I never do a worthy thing,
a decent deed or wise.

(Author Unknown

A lady once came to Billy Sunday
and tried to rationalize her angry outbursts.
"There's nothing wrong with losing my temper," she said.
"I blow up, and then it's all over."

"So does a shotgun," Sunday replied,
"and look at the damage it leaves behind!"

Billy Sunday.
 

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