My real dwelling
Has no pillars
And no roof either
So rain cannot soak it
And wind cannot blow it down!
A Greatful Heart by M .J. Ryan
Life has meaning only in struggles.
Triumph or defeat is in their hands of the gods
so let us celebrate this struggles
“EACH DAY A LIFE” By ROBERT SERVICE
I count each day a little life,
With birth and death complete:
I cloister it from care and strife
And keep it sane and sweet.
With eager eyes I great the morn,
Exulant as a boy,
Knowing that I am newly born
To wonder and joy.
And when this sunset splendors wane
and right for rest and I,
knowing that I will live again,
Exultantly I die.
O that all life were but a day
Sunny and Sweet and SANE!
And that I’d even I might say;
“I sleep to wake again”
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