2 Timothy 1:7 

7 For God did not give us a Spirit of fear

but of power and love and self-control.

 

My best

 

My whole life I tried to prove

That I will give my best?

I may not be the best one though,

But that is not the test.

 

It is attitude that counts for some,

if positive, builds morale.

Not only to self, but to every one

who get covered by its vial.

 

Why is it beyond my control?

When forces move to destroy my drive

and memories of my labor’s joy

appear fleeting moments in my life.

 

It used to be a joyous time

to travel to my work.

But now it seems an endless rhyme

and makes me feel like a jerk.

 

The news at work is seldom good.

Is it planned that way?

Is this the new company's rule

To make people feel O.K.?

 

Is it possible to survive this trend?

Will it keep the company afloat?

Or is it unclear through history's bend,

that the folks at the oars move the boat?

 

A path sincere, but sincerely wrong

Will lead to a place called “self-destruct"

Individuals and companies in one throng

Will travel blindly and depend on luck.

 

Your words say, "You are doing good"

but your actions contradict.

So here I am, lost as a goose,

being formed by this conflict.

 

Appreciation is said to be

like sunlight to the spirit.

Show me appreciation by your deeds

and not by words so care-less.

 

Jan Wienen