The Poem Of Life Poem by May Mustang

Life; believe it's not a dream
So dark as others say
But, often a little morning rain
Foretells a beautiful day
Sometimes there are clouds of gloom,
But there, above it all,
If rain showers make the flowers bloom,
O, why lament it's fall?

Rapidly, merrily
Life's sunny hours flit by,
Gratefully, cheerfully,
I enjoy them as I fly.

Why does Death step in at times
To take our best away?
Why does sorrow seem to win
O'er hope, and heavily sway?
Yet hope will come again like winter into spring,
Unconquered, though she fell;
Still buoyant are her golden wings,
Still strong to bear us well.

Happily, fearlessly,
The day of trial to bear,
For gloriously, victoriously,
O, courage quell despair.