I Had to Learn It Somewhere

When I was just a little boy, I learned some from my dad.
My grampa had his hand in it.  My uncle, too, was mad.
Exposed to so much anger—I am, recently, concerned.
To, somehow, turn the tables on this anger I have learned.

Been practicing, quite regular.  Was not a bit aware.
How often I was showing it.  Nor did I seem to care.
I’ve lately seen the harm it’s caused, from pains it’s put me thru.
I see this need to change, before, my children learn it too.

For I’ve never been real patient.  Seems I’m always in a hurry!
If I am not remorsing, then my mind is full of worry.
I know I need to slow me down.  To catch my breath, on occasion.
This hasting heart, and soul of mine, could use a good vacation.

Too often I get aggravated, over the smallest thing.
I raise my voice.  I use bad words.  I let my anger sting.
Such childish behavior, when I, calmly, give it thought.
Time to change these childish ways, that, as a child, I was taught.

Time to do my research and to find the help I need.
Time to take this anger and to see that it is freed.
To practice calm and patience til, they are traits, for which I’m known.
To teach them to my children while they’re only half way grown.