By L. Borg
To live is but the greatest joy,
To breathe in a full mouthful of air.
To turn a new corner,
Without having a clue what is there.
To live is but the greatest joy,
To alleviate someone’s pain in part.
To let a friend know you are there,
And put a smile on their heart.
To live is but the greatest joy,
To know you are never alone,
To have someone love you in full,
So that your souls are intertwined to the bone.
To live is but the greatest joy,
To dance right through the night.
To run and run and skip and hop,
And have your senses put up a fight.
And when people ask me why I live,
Though I experience none these things.
Stuck in my bed am I,
With ME pulling at my strings.
I say because to live is the greatest joy
And I will live once again.