See the beauty through the
pain
See the Sun through the
rain
The more that it seems to
change
The more it remains the
same
If they up an walk away
Nothing is lost
Nothing is gained
The world just keep
rolling on
Like your breath in the
cold..
There for a minute..then
gone
In the end..was it good
was it bad?
Sometimes it’s neither
just an experience to be
had
Then you just move..
On

An Original Poem by H R Beebe