Life
by Ronald Reagan
I wonder what it's all about,
and why We suffer so,
when little things go wrong?
We make our life a struggle,
When life should be a song.
Our troubles break and drench us.
Like spray on the cleaving prow
Of some trim Gloucester schooner.
As it dips in a graceful bow...
But why does sorrow drench us
When our fellow passes on?
He's just exchanged life's dreary dirge
For an eternal life of song...
Millions have gone before us,
And millions will come behind,
So why do we curse and fight
At a fate both wise and kind?
We hang onto a jaded life
A life full of sorrow and pain.
A life that warps and breaks us,
And we try to run through it again.
President Ronald Wilson Reagan, 1911-2004