A provider's life is to extend life
But often only to be palliative
The cycle of life, to come and go
It seems that death and disablilty
Win the battle's end, no regard
A constant struggle to balance
If only everyday was a live birthday
Then miracles would daily bring
Elation to a troubled forlorn spirit
Such a glorious sound to revel
The wail of a newborn babe
It is the essence of new life, of hope
Still with age, and a wrinkled brow
The tears of joy fall cheerfully
The wonders of life's simple treasures