LIFE WITH ITS BEAUTY

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I have a beautiful pen but
Nothing to write with it.
I have a beautiful heart
But pains seem to precede it.
I called it a beautiful year
But sickness has been leading on.

I want that beautiful home
But can’t figure how to get that
done.
I want that beautiful love but I
myself
Have traded it for something else.
I want that beautiful friend to
whom
I can run to and be free to talk
to.
I want that beautiful joy, so that
I can effortlessly smile all day.
I want that beautiful hand that
Pats me to comfort when I’m down.
I want that beautiful eyes that’ll
Look at me generously and calm.
I need that beautiful mouth
that’ll
Smile at me in assurance that all
is well.
I’d like those beautiful words
that brings
Comfort and peace to the heart.
I want that beautiful life that
might
Not be stress free but free of
worries.
How do you define beauty, when you
are full and satisfied?
Can I ever have it all beautiful?
Or how else do I explain life?
YOU TELL ME…


written by Olusanya Rebecca