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.