The Joys and Pains of Life

When upon life’s molehills I see
lofty heights in the magic of life
the joy of living offers me a key
to open and shut doors of strife

so if summer’s prime of life glints
and dims in winter’s grim decay
I count my joys of pains as flints
that scratch on steel to spark a ray

as sunshine warms the drab cold
to make buds smile away gloom
so the weak wax strong and bold
to see rays of hope in every doom

time heals wounds without scars
see, hear, feel, taste, move freely
as the eternal sun, moon and stars
watch our entry and exists keenly

so every fleeting hurt I turn to gain
and when I see life renew as death
glad is my heart in every little pain
which is joy that takes away my breath.