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.