Isn’t life glorious, Isn’t it grand
Here–take it–hold it tight in your hand
Squeeze every drop of it into your soul
Drink of the joy of it, sunsweet and whole
Laugh with the love of it, burst into song
Scatter it’s richness as you stride along
Isn’t life splendid and isn’t it great
We can always start living–it’s never too late.
Poem by Helen Marshall, art by Guido Daniele





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