crowning glory

One late afternoon I came upon this simple barn
with its metal vent crown bejeweled with pigeons.
The barn roof glowed with a regal beauty that has
stayed with me. It was an opportunity to see the
glory of life in all life’s vicissitudes.

You’ve got to give a little, take a little,
And let your poor heart break a little.
That’s the story of, that’s the glory of love.
You’ve got to laugh a little, cry a little,
Until the clouds roll by a little.
That’s the story of, that’s the glory of love.