I've Had My Share Poem by Dennis Lange

I've had my share of trouble - death and woe
(Perhaps it never came like blizzard's snow) ,
But I would wake at times to find ground white:
A blanket, even drifts, fell in the night.
When trouble came, a broom or shovel met
The need I had to keep my pathway yet.
So daily, if it fell, I had to cope
To keep on going and not lose my hope.
I take the whole: I think my life is grand;
I persevere, the wind and woe withstand,
And what once seemed to be a moment drear
Just melts away midst all the joy and cheer.