Alexandrian Sonnet 54 - Lessons And Blessings Poem by Alexandrian Ink

Many things give me reasons to weep
But too many things put smiles on my lips.
Odds of life huge as the mountain steep,
Yet everlasting joy within my heart flips.
Am fed up with countless a strife
Depression has made me its den, an incubator,
And to call such life a wormwood life
Is like calling that a brat, which's a giant predator.
But I have told life that I must smile,
Even when its odds pile up in hundreds,
I will laugh always, not just awhile;
Life gave me hundreds, I gave him thousands.
Those things that give me course to smile, I call them
blessings
Those, whose sole affair it so make me weep, I call them
lessons.