By Gerald Sumeracki

It seem that some are ever blest Their lives are full of joy It seems they have whatever's best For them the world's a toy. They never seem to be perplexed Life's woes, they hurt them not They carry on as though concerns Were not their destined lot. Than there are those whose fate seems cursed With sorrow all their lives They bare the scars of sick filled years None cared to hear their cries. The suffering that they bore each day Dispaired these hurting beings They cried to God in prayer each one And trusting hymns they'd sing. Those care-free times of joy for some Those years of trial for most It seems unfair, so cruel and hard That all can't drink life's toasts. Yet justice comes to faithful souls Rewards and joys, not wrath For in the end the light shines bright For those who chose His path.