There’s pain, there are tears and blood spilled in vain.

There are also buds on trees every spring

And grass keeps growing again and again…

How life renews is truly amazing.

Lovers may part and heartache may follow,

The ache will subdue with passing of years.

After harvest good earth may stay fallow…

Children cry, but smiles will follow the tears.

Life guarantees nothing, except life ‘n death,

Enjoy or suffer it, that’s down to you,

All aches go when you exhale your last breath,

Live or depart, life will still continue.

There is no pleasure without knowing pain…

Life is beautiful… do I need to explain?...

© P. J. Oszmann (2006)