17 Jan 1990

Life's Beauty

When Life grows tough and days begin to drag
When tired is the word next to brain fag
A surprise comes sweetly to make me happy and gay
Some little nice things to make my day

Just a smile from a friend or a tender touch
A concerned look that means so much
A little birdie that comes to the window sill
And sings away the cold morning chill

When a flower blooms to smile through the day
When a pussycat comes around to play
When the wind rushes on as I run
Baring my face to the bright day sun

When the moon shines softly with the stars
When the highway is lit with bright toy cars
When the trees sigh softly to murmur and say
Life's beauty is always coming your way

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