Life Is Wonderful Poem by Linda Hepner

Life is Wonderful

Life is wonderful
When you think of it.
Or abysmal
When you fall asleep.

Day, light, shade, night,
Full, empty, young, old,
Quick, dead, flesh, stone,
sew, grow, cut, reap.

How to keep life wonderful,
I often wonder,
Did we blunder
Into this life;
Was it cosmic strife
Created it and us,
And are we just blind mice
Between two walls,
No vision, in a vice
That keeps us here;

Ask me now
Why habit
Inhabits me
And tells me daily, nightly,
Sternly, lightly,
Life is wonderful
So praise Him, She,
Who willingly,
Foresightedly,
Gave birth to me.