Sure, they get stubborn at times; they worry and fret us a lot, But I'd rather be crossed by a glad little boy and frequently worried than not. There are hours when they get on my nerves and set my poor brain all awhirl, But I'd rather be troubled that way than to be the man who has no little girl. There are times they're a nuisance, that's true, with all of their racket and noise, But I'd rather my personal pleasures be lost than to give up my girls and my boys. Not always they're perfectly good; there are times when they're wilfully bad, But I'd rather be worried by youngsters of mine than lonely and childless and sad. So I try to be patient and calm whenever they're having their fling; For the sum of their laughter and love is more than the worry they bring. And each night when sweet peace settles down and I see them asleep in their cot, I chuckle and say: "They upset me to-day, but I'd rather be that way than not." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FLAMMONDE by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON NOW OR NEVER by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE LILY-POOL AND THE COW by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN THE PROPHECY OF DANTE: DEDICATION by GEORGE GORDON BYRON SONGS IN ABSENCE: 10 by ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGH OUT OF THE SHADOWS: AN UNFINISHED SONNET-SEQUENCE 7 by JOSEPH SEAMON COTTER JR. |