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You won’t find me at a funeral,
Cause I’m at the end of a beautiful story.
If you wish to find me,
Look for me not at the mortuary.
You won’t find me among naysayers,
For I despise such gathering.
If you want to see me face to face,
Watch a child when he’s laughing.
I’m as pure as snow,
I don’t mingle with enemies of progress.
My light is more powerful than the sun,
That my presence expels every darkness.
If ever you wish to see me,
Sit and eat with the poor family at their home.
Watch their faces one by one,
And you will understand where I’m from.
I’m in the hearts of little children,
And every game that they play.
In their presence, I find solace,
Where I sit to plan my day.
You won’t find me in the bitter-hearted,
So don’t attempt to look for me there.
Often, I hear people say I’m hard to find
But, believe me, I’m everywhere.
This was written by our contributing writer, Emmanuel Gleekia.
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