I'M Cool With That - Poem by Will Barber
Come praise the stars, the wind, the rain
That course the earth; come praise the pain
And pleasure that the years bring forth:
Praise every particle of the Universe.
Doubt denials of the flame
Which courses through the hearts of men:
The ones who lose, the ones who win,
Are indistiguishable, in the end.
The wretched and the fortunate
Will join each other in the dark
Those who were wrong, those who were right
Will join each other in the Light.
Light and Dark will alternate
Eternally: this is man's fate.
Come, laugh; come, commiserate.
Dance your day, and sing your night.
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