Rejoicing In Existence

A poem to make us value the very experience of being alive. This is what is so great about poetry, that it can remind us of something most know but most so often forget.

Rejoicing in Existence

The storm coming in turns the day dark and dreary

The wind starts howling, its shrieking is eerie

And on the world the rain does now coldly pound

Yet I rejoice in all these harsh sounds

The bright sun has today flew away

And the gray overcast sky holds sway

Casting the world in a dark haunting light

Yet I rejoice at this dark sight

The world is held in a chilling cold

And I to some warmth seek to hold

And though the cold air leaves me reeling

Yet I rejoice in this chilly feeling

Time has marched me to this dreary date

Yet I do not at all bemoan my gray fate

Though the day gives to me a dreary remittance

Yet I rejoice in the very fact of my existence.