I could not ever say I hate my life
For if I were to say I hate today
I’d thus reject my children and my wife –
And I could never have a day so gray.
I must affirm the pain, the things I hate
To do, my money worries, tiny stresses
That always needle, grind, annoy and grate –
For smiles and Matchbox cars, chanklas and dresses.
I won’t resent the things I have to do,
Because I would resent the people I
Most love. I will not live so that I rue
My days – my loves I will not, can’t deny.
My “yes!” to life is also yes to pain –
And every sorrow is to my life, gain.