Sickness and sorrow come to us all,
But through it we grow and learn to stand tall-
For trouble is part and parcel of life,
And no man can grow without struggle and strife,
The more we endure with patience and grace,
The stronger we grow and the more we can face-
And the more we can face, the greater our love,
And with love in our hearts we are more conscious of
The pain and the sorrow in lives everywhere-
So it is through trouble that we learn to share.
Memories are treasures
that time cannot destroy,
They are the happy pathway
to yesterday's bright joy.
-Helen Steiner Rice
5 comments:
That is a beautiful poem. (((((((hugs)))))
Cindy
Beautiful poem......and Oh so true!
Hugs,
Gina
i love the inspirational way you bring things to us.
Love,lisa jo
imspiring
beautiful entry!!!
Theresa
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