This is one of two poems which show how my moods could swing fairly dramatically, probably due to depression. This poem is upbeat and optimistic; the other — The Death Knell — is sombre and reflective.
- It's great!
- It's great to be alive.
- It's so good
- It's hard to believe!
- That I'm here,
- Actually here and living—
- In this world at this time—
- Able to enjoy life,
- To live it to its fullest,
- To rejoice in God's Creation,
- Is almost too much.
- It's so hard to believe.
- It's great!
- I have so much to be thankful for,
- Everything to gain…
- Nothing to lose…
- As I live this life.
- Sure, things go wrong
- But they're an insignificant cloud
- On the horizon.
- And after all
- Wouldn't life be boring
- If it was perfect—
- If nothing went wrong?
- Sure, there are things wrong with the world;
- But so what?
- The world is people,
- And while there are people
- The world can't be perfect.
- But people are the world's one hope.
- As long as there are still people
- There is still hope
- That the world's wrongs
- May be made right.
- Sure, there are things wrong with people.
- Sure, we all have our faults,
- But people wouldn't be people
- Without faults.
- No… people are great!
- The world is great!
- And life is great!
- I thank God for people.
- I thank God for the world.
- I thank God for life.
- And I thank God I'm alive.
19 August 1971
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