The Measure Of Joy - Poem by Sara Stowell
Why do I write of happiness and woe?
I've thought for awhile; I think I now know.
Life is compromised of both good and bad,
With each day happy, as well as sad.
Life contains some sadness and pain;
Made up for by the good we can gain.
For how can there be good, without the bad?
How can there be happy, without the sad?
How would we calculate our life's pleasure,
Without life's joys & woes by which to measure?
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