I found myself enjoying wormwood’s bitterness br Thinking that it is the sweetest life can give me. br For too long I partook the bread of dire falseness br Knowing falsely that I ate life’s delicacy. br br In the past, I have always been forced to digest br The rotten crops of my wasted strength and labor br Without even noticing that I’m greatly stressed br And should question if these things should I just ignore. br br But now I understood what is sweet and bitter br And that I was just drunk throughout the past sour years. br The gladness I now feel I shall keep forever, br For never shall I again swallow my own tears. br br www.poemhunter.comobed-dela-cruz br www.poetfreak.compoetObedDelaCruz br www.obed-dela-cruz.blogspot.com br www.princeobed.multiply.com br br Copyright © 2010 by Obed Dela Cruz br br (May 18,2010; Marikina City) br br (This poem is written by OBED DC. To use this poem in a proper manner, please email him at princeobeddc@yahoo.