Sierra Staten

(4/17/97 / Newman, California)

The Fact of Life


The fact of life is, we won't be happy all the time.
More than half the time we will be stressed.
Sad.
Angry.
But that shouldn't stop us from going outside;
From getting up after being pushed down.
Without the storm we would have nothing.
We would feel nothing.
Happiness wouldn't exist, and we'd have no purpose to live.
The fact of life is, without the bad times, we'd have no good times.

Submitted: Tuesday, September 03, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, September 04, 2013

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  • Tomis Alex (9/4/2013 6:41:00 AM)

    Happiness wouldn't exist, and we'd have no purpose to live... i agree with you. (Report) Reply

  • Gajanan Mishra (9/3/2013 8:45:00 PM)

    good time is always with us, but alas, we failed to trace. good write.
    I invite you to read my poems and comment. (Report) Reply

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