Thursday, April 7, 2016

Not Dead Yet

Each day brings beauty and joy
You must look for it
Some days it is hard to find

The budding tree in the spring
The smile of a child
The sun in a bright blue sky

Each day brings sadness
You can't hide from it
Some days you cannot hide

The death of a friend
The tears of a child
The dark and terrible storm

Each day we strive to see the good
You must celebrate it
Some days you hold on for dear life

--Margaret Westlake
April 6, 2016 

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