Why Is It?

Why is it that I
Always seem to see,
What's best for everyone but
But not what's best for me.

People seem to come to me and ask
What they should do and why,
After thinking long and hard
I give them my reply.

Often they'll come back
And tell me I was right,
So why is it, when it comes to me
No answers are in sight.

Is it because of all the mistakes I've made
That I more clearly see,
I guess I didn't learn from them
When it comes to me.

I do not pretend to have all life's answers
To do so would be a lie,
Looking back on my futile attempt
Only makes me want to cry.

So when it comes to my life
I will give God full rein,
To do anything else
Would only be done in vain.