The one day I saw him, old and tired,
sadness filled his gaze, feet dragging.
What is it, that tires you so?
Is it life itself, or hidden pain, or both,
It’s life, my lad, he answered softly.
The morrow brought a smile to his face,
happiness shone bright in his gaze,
What is it, that gives you such high spirit?
Has life changed overnight, is it joy or both?
It’s life my lad, he answered softly.
Many seasons passed before I would
understand what he had meant.
Life is sometimes sad, sometimes,
filled with joy, but life is always life,
in good as well as the bad times!
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