What is life;
To be born, live
Love and leave
Comes a helpless babe
With a sharp wail
And the world rosy and gay
Lost in blissful gale
And in between smiles
Babe weeps and sleeps
To an amusing boy he grows
And then at last
A full-grown man he shows
Looks happy despite his woes
But life may not all of sunshine
That sparkle its rays always
The clouds must sometimes
Gather and hover on us
Bringing tears like rains upon our hearts
And hope seems crestfallen
As alone, forlorn it stands
But faith, the healing balm, wide open
To accommodate hope with benevolence
And as the rain all nature does refresh
Through rains of tears, we will feel
Our joys re-blossom and refresh with eternal happiness.........
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