Love of Life
Every day, every night
Everything seems the same
The darkness, the light
all smother me.
When will
I
Start to notice
All the issues apart from
My own little world?
Seems to me that I
am
Blind to life, yet loving life
How can both of these diverse
subjects be so alike?
It does
not
mean that one should not take notice
Through the babbling streams,
bubbling and warbling
There is LIFE!
No more tears,
No more sorrow
for no one shall be smitten
dead
by sorrow, tears, or misgivings.
Cherish that you are alive.
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