This Life
The day is bright and sunny,
The world’s a lovely place,
Unless you’re hurt or poor or sick
Or reeling in disgrace.
The trees are big with blossoms,
The sky a brilliant blue,
But those who grapple with despair
Won’t notice such a view.
The air is crisp and pleasant,
The birdsong sweet and clear,
Though anyone who’s suffering
Won’t notice or won’t hear.
This life is filled with beauty,
Which has Nature to reveal it,
Yet only those without deep woes
Can find a way to feel it.
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2024
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