I’m so sad, but no I’m glad. I’m glad I know I’m sad!
Without sad how can I be glad?
Without glad nor sad a bland grey world would be quite so boring.
But I wouldn’t know it. I’m glad I’m sad. But wait, I’m glad!
Through life born bawling might be brawling
learn to crawl to learn to walk we may run from here or run to there.
We often all may stumble then choose to take our lumps and live
I’m sore from lumps, I thought I’d try a birth again.
Bawling not brawling crawled again, now walking perhaps I’ll run to leap and soar!
I’m glad I stumbled! I know I’m sore, perhaps I’ll soar.