Life (a poem)

How does one describe a life
in terms of hunger, growth and strife?

How can I, in honesty
relate the joy that it can be
and tell of triumph, not defeat
without once sounding incomplete?

How can I convey the pain
and still have hope then, to regain
my reputation for my wit
after all, that would admit
that I have questions, too...

Betty Newman © early 70's but still very relevent today...