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This is Life 

Ken Smith  


I saw the glory of the sunrise,
Breathed the invigorating air,
And my soul rose to the very skies
When I sallied forth, proud to dare.
That was the morning.

The awful heat of the day came down;
I stooped, and my brow was wet with sweat.
And when I saw Misfortune frown
I cried, "I am not conquered yet!"
That was the noonday.

The softer shades of twilight fell
And released my grip in the strife.
I am contented now to dwell
Where understanding sweetens life..
This is eventide.

Special thanks to Ken for posting this beautiful work in our Poetry Forum on April 16, 2005.

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