These days will come again
so let the pain pass
lest sorrow taint
with dirty paint
the portrait on your family wall.

This wind will blow again
as it’s blown before.
Let it fill your chest
rather than burn your eyes—
rejoice in its fury and zest
and remember this:
T’is best to love this life
even as dark times rise;
T’is better to live and love
and fight the monster of despair
than give in and give up
to the temporal chill of the nighttime air.