There are times in life
When all is so clear
And all is so free
That one cannot but be happy-
And there are other times
Most other times
When endless problems complicate
The mind and soul
And difficulty is our major inheritance-
I long sometimes for the free and happy times
But I know Life cannot be always so good
I abide in the sorrow and indecision
And when the light comes,
I strive to see all I can feel as Beauty-
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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