The cards we’re dealt may often be
A symbol of adversity
Into this world I came unclothed
My exit should be just as bold !
I cried aloud to be myself
But lingered long upon the shelf
Truly I am depression’s child
Who’s taught to think and act worthwhile !
I saw the pain and wriggled free
But failed to find my destiny !
The air is sweet the birds are free
To sing their song, God’s symphony
The leaves that rustle in the trees
Play melodies upon the breeze !
The crickets in the bush keep time
While buzzing insects hum a rhyme
Now if it rains the pitter-pat
Of falling drops could be B flat !
Such marvels that our God will bring
It seems He thinks of everything !
Claire V. Bogdanos 