"Love"
Coming up fifty-two
Enjoying it daresay
I have a lot to do
And this seems like a day
As good as any to
Celebrate existence
Despite the resistance
Of life-resistant souls
Who grumble from dark holes
Where lives lie locked away
Entombed alive by choice
I hear a brighter voice
Because this is a day
As good as any to
Celebrate existence
Especially my own
If by sheer persistence
To some summit unknown
By most by some dreamed of
Which I have heard called "Love"
+Steven Curtis Lance
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