Battered and bruised, I still smile.
“Oh, not enough, she is not broken yet”, Life kicks me harder.
I fall down, I bleed. But I still smile, even though it is a weak, faint smile.
Life rubs its hands in glee...it has sensed blood...and this time deals a mean blow.
I try to smile.
I fail.
Life laughs uproariously.
It has won.
