How nice to be the one who suffers,

To be able to deal with loss,

Blessed with peace and composure.

Not everyone can handle it.

How good to be the one who does not add grief to the lives of others,

To be gifted with prudence,

Capable of lifting suffering and woe.

Not everyone wants it.

How good, delightful too!

To be here in this place, at this time

With you.

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