What is this thing that we call Life,
It's laughter and joy and sometimes strife,
Life is Love, but also it is Hate,
Standing in Hell, or at Heaven's gate.
The joys of birth, the sorrows of death,
At both of these my eyes have wept,
Losing Love and then finding Hope,
Through all of these things we must cope.
Even when Life has knocked you down,
Others will be there to bring you 'round,
And so I tell you straight from my heart,
Don't give up on Life, you have your own part.
It might be that someone will need,
Your words of guidance that they will heed,
Yours might be the shoulder that they need to cry on,
Yours might be the Love that they need to live on.
Facing each day is what you must do,
Deciding what course is the best one for you,
Through all the pain and strife that comes along,
Don't let it break you, it will make you strong.
These have all been part of my Life,
The joy, the pain, and the strife,
And because of all the Friends I've found,
My Life is now good and very sound.
DQA
