Precious Hours

Sometimes I wish I had never been born
Into this world of troubles and pain.
But then I wouldn't have known
The beauty of an early morn
Or the gentle caress of Summer rain.


I wouldn't have seen the grass so green
Or the azure blue of the sky.
I wouldn't have heard the songs of the birds
Or the children asking why.

Sometimes I feel so confused and lost
In a world of misery and fear.
But, given the choices, then,
Whatever the cost,
I'm really very glad that I'm here.

I'm glad I can know of the Winter's snow
And Spring's beautiful flowers.
Despite all the bad I'm glad to have had
These too few precious hours.
Temy R. Beal

I found this in a storage room at another site where I had forgotten about it. I wrote it sometime last millennium.

TRB

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Comment by El Solo Lobo on May 2, 2009 at 6:11am
Lol, thanks, Kristy. First I have to figure out how to be sure all my words show up in red.
Comment by Chrys Stevenson on May 2, 2009 at 5:55am
Hey Temy - how lovely to see you posting here. Your recent resurrection seems to have brought out the poet in you. May I suggest you now start work on writing a Te(my)stament and start your own religion? I'll join!

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