I thought I was worthless
Until I found a disabled orphan on the streets teaching the word to his peers
And no more did negative notes scribble my pad
I thought life was unfair
Until I found a once well-up refugee
Stripped off his wealth and home
And never did spits of discouragement utter between my lips
I thought my government was corrupt with its bitter taxes and embezzlement
No until this old grandmother spent nights on the cold floor
As she refused to be evicted in a land
She lived for more than 50 years safe and sound
Life has its equal share of happiness and sadness
Life has its equal share of cliffs and joyrides
Life has its equal share of molesters and activists
But it has only one virtue free to chose
Love or hate, proactivity or reactivity, good or bad
Which one do you abide with?