Counting the Joyful Leaps

Beauty often time eludes

A manifest beauty it is not

Plastered in turmoil and tragedy

It reeks of frustration

And bears a mark of fear

Still, by and by

Beauty ‘neath the pain

Is all life is

Counting the joyful leaps

And pleasant tears

We gain victory

And life becomes that thing

We just must painfully enjoy!

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