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The joy of life is living it, or so it seems to me;
In finding shackles on your wrists, then struggling till you're free;
In seeing wrongs and righting them, in dreaming splendid dreams,
Then toiling till the vision is as real as moving streams.
The happiest mortal on the earth is he who ends his day
By leaving better than he found to bloom along the way.
Were all things perfect here there would be naught for man to do;
If what is old were good enough we'd never need the new.
The only happy time of rest is that which follows strife
And sees some contribution made unto the joy of life.

And he who has oppression felt and conquered it is he
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Robert 29 May 2019

Very inspiring poem. everyone should real all his poems

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Truly inspiring to say the least, every sentence bore courage, a zest sparkled in me to want to win everyday knowing it was supposed to be tough at first for me to glorify in the victory of my results.

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Manonton Dalan 14 December 2015

now generation always wanted newest and best even they truly can't afford it... why? parenting issue

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Bunny Monster716 09 September 2015

Really great poem title and everything down to the last sentence. It's hopeful and it gives light on life and how you feel it should be lived. The rhyming flows nicely and its really nice to read. Thank you.

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Melissa Patty 25 January 2015

I think this poem absolutely beautiful [3 True word spoken :) x

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