Without the darkness,
there could never be light
Without the many wrongs,
there could never be a right
Without the young,
no one would grow old
And to forget the shy,
then who would be bold
It seems without conflict,
there would be no sense of duty
And without the plain,
There would be no need for beauty
God gave us a purpose,
We are all part of this life
whether you are wealthy,
Or your life is full of strife.
By Nick Sym
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