Crestfallen

What is life; To be born, live Love and leave Comes a helpless babe With a sharp wail And the world rosy and gay Lost in blissful gale And in between smiles Babe weeps and sleeps To an amusing boy he grows And then at last A full-grown man he shows Looks happy despite his woes But life may not all of sunshine That sparkle its rays always The clouds must sometimes Gather and hover on us Bringing tears like rains upon our hearts And hope seems crestfallen As alone, forlorn it stands But faith, the healing balm, wide open To accommodate hope with benevolence And as the rain all nature does refresh Through rains of tears, we will feel Our joys re-blossom and refresh with eternal happiness.........