I would not so much as talk to them.
I had no time for their complicated thinking.
Their hesitating actions.
I found them incorrigible.
Now they all come to me,
crowd my life,
tell their woes.
How could I manage to gather this patience?
I listen, allow them to speak.
Not that I have changed my values.
I have tempered my values with experience.
They consider my comments
well judged,
glimmering with hope.
My sufferings have become their gain.
Strange, what God dispenses
to men, through whom!
As if He wanted this success for me
and for that He made me suffer.
