A Grace

by Alice Woodrome

Don't tamper with this world of mine,
Imperfect though it be.
It took me years of groping blind
To learn the recipe.

I would not have you change it now,
Though miseries remain.
Have not the will to learn anew
To walk with novel pain.

My troubles seem to fit me now.
I've apprehended grace.
The woes I would escape when young,
With time, I have embraced.